Tech N9ne - Low - 727 | Текст песни

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• Tech N9ne - Low
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My smile is forced
My style is warped
Morale is corpse
Now that my really good pound is torch
I'm just gone with the wind and I'm home with the gin
To the dome when I spin
I'm a zone cause the phone must be roamin again
Another tone I'm alone now don't want me to spin
Time with I'm just mind this
Might find miss nine missed
I find my mind in this line dish
Dine quick not even a second for mindless
IN A MIDDLE OF A TIME WHEN THE MUSIC'S FLY
IN I'VE DEPLETED MY KINDNESS
Low like the grasses, low like po folks on grass shit
I'm so below the casket, ragged pulse up the maggots
Why do I feel this illness, I'm lookin for something to come and kill this a little bit
I got my head in the hills cause the real shit is momma is sufferin takin pills with the stillness
And I feel it
I cant shake it
In any case my space is the basement
I cant erase my embrace of encasement
I'm chasin hatred my taste not complain
So as I go to the flo
The industry finally opened the door
But now I'm in the mothafucka all I feel is, low

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