Fallin' off, I'll never know

Speak up and you'll never know

Foreign car, a lot, I know

Slowly dyin' in my schedule

Mason jars for my vegetables

LLC for my revenue

Worked hard, now my wrist, it blind me when I'm lookin' at it

It's that Livingston County pimp, I'm addicted to rockin' ice

Mentally, I'm in hell, but in real life, I'm feeling alright

Really there ain't no cure for the blues, so give me that light

SESH up on my shoes, my moves got to be right (Yeah)

I pour a cup and I roll one up (Yeah)

I'm feeling so low, low

I'm feeling sicker than ever before

I gotta go, go, go

I'm feeling so low, low

I gotta go, go, go

Say that the bad times always come when you least, least expect it

(When you least, least expect it)

Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist, it's getting hectic

Fallin' off, I'll never know

Speak up and you'll never know

Foreign car, a lot, I know

Slowly dyin' in my schedule