When I Get Low I Get High

When I get low I get high.

Can you buy me a watch cause I heard that time heals

But it's lookin like to me that time just adds them other feels

On top of feels Pon top of feels

On top of feels

I been facing some of them deep sea blues

In constant need for another tissue
Achuu,
Snifflin’ sneezing at yew

Actin like I right coo
Everything I've put them through.

I got a weight on ma conscience

I'm feelin bates and unconscious

That xanay and high grade done

floored me

The marks that he made cut me so deep

So now
How can I redeem my position
In this condition, I been fishing
It's a mission to stop missing
Needing, pleading for some kissin
To recondition this addiction

You know I'm Hurtin,

And I'm flirting
With the idea
That I should give in
To my yearnin, An stop learnin
Just start leaning
Not the green thing

But, you, sweet thing

I'm Aching for that bliss thing
So I douse my self in bling things, 
stole things, 
gold things, 
old things, 
shoes, 
rings,
pulling at the purse strings,
gonna spread dem bees wings
find masel a real king
buyin me that real bling
living life like real sims
have ourselves a set o twins
Dan Singh and Roman Singh
no more sins an no more skins

I still can't find that glistening..

How come My jeans always rip at the knees
An how come I get baked like a loaf smoking bean
And how come every cobblers I go past also cuts keys
How come when you do shit it just seems like freebreeze
How come no matter how much I eat it I still don't like cheese
And how come when we kissin an no matter his please
When I don wunna fuck then he just call me a tease
How comes they always forget to say please 
How come so many people still ain't very pleased
With me
What can I change to bee

To bee

So blissfully ok with jus

Me.