Down

Deep from within, there is a passionate soul
Maybe from hell, nobody knows
Maybe it's here, it's what we built out of fear
Maybe its love from the lord up above
From the lord up above

Deep from within, there is a passionate soul
Maybe from hell, nobody knows
Maybe it's here, it's what we built out of fear
Maybe its love from the lord up above
From the lord up above

Used to sit shotty in that 85 Camaro
Now we sit on 22's and tell these hoes to swallow
Drive around town, no license smoking loud, back then they didn't want me
Nowadays they all down
I told em I'm a problem, call the sherrif then I shot him
Purple in my cup substitutes for Oxycontin
Drive around town no license smoking loud back then they didn't want me
Nowadays they all down

Take what you need, and leave what you don't
As this world speeds past, like a knife that slits throats
And you start to bleed, who's gonna save your ass now
Maybe one day you'll see, as the lord takes a bow
As the lord takes a bow

Take what you need, and leave what you don't
As this world speeds past, like a knife that slits throats
And you start to bleed, who's gonna save your ass now
Maybe one day you'll see, as the lord takes a bow
As the lord takes a bow

Used to sit shotty in that 85 Camaro
Now we sit on 22's and tell these ho's to swallow
Drive around town, no license smoking loud, back then they didn't want me
Nowadays they all down
I told em I'm a problem, call the sherrif then I shot him
Purple in my cup substitutes for Oxycontin
Drive around town no license smoking loud back then they didn't want me
Nowadays they all down

Wipe the cloud out my eye's I'm looking down on them nowadays
Drifting into memories where angels float with lemon haze
World in my hands yeah my soul is where the power lay
Let the ash trickle in a bag of cream and sour lays
Leave me where that waffle lay I'm soaking up that syrup
We suffer from our mind state we don't want no one to cure us
I walk among the devil in a house full of mirrors
Fold my hands together I'm praying that my momma never tear up
If these hoes gone cheer us make sure they got they pom-pom
Break it down and roll it while I listen to Cheshire raw
Hover by gates that are guarded with a cup of something brown
Back then they didn't want us nowadays they're all down