Downpour

Yea we're gonna keep it on the down low
Could you turn up the click a bit
Yea turn it up
No more
I still can't fucking hear it
Aight that's better aight aight
Yea okay

Gotta keep it on the down low
Cause I just dropped more fuckin' downers
Leave me lying on the table
Before I spacewalk straight out the fuckin' window
This shit's so great I
Break from space and
Chase no shade I
Awake in a place
All faces unknown
No eyes my way why
Did I keep walkin' round the block
With my head wound wrong way up
Clicking with a key in my back
Tick tocking, like I'm geared up to blow
This whole place for up to twenty dollars
Hear hear, try and get your fix for my addiction
And why not take some pics because it
Will tell you in a thousand words
Your ass is fuckin' addicted

Ye I don't know
I still can't hear a click
Or any music
There's no music?
What the fuck have you been doing back there?
What
Oh

Goddamnit why not fuckin' panic
Is it not time for an intervention?
Why ya gotta be guessing
Talkin' mad shit for a Woodrow Wilson
Fuckin' up bitches with the Chris cross mixture
Browned to perfection
An ounce of deception
Will bounce back your checks
Cause you're hard up and dense
In the head it's no cap
To protect your own bubble from
Stockholm's crash
Gotta ride this fuckin' downflow
Because I did do some uppers to come down from
Leave me hiking down the trail
Cause I'm making it up this mountain even if there's no way
To find enough space to
Kind of make place for
Me to take shape I
Might just take aim at the top
Or die trying to chase what I want

Yea I guess that works
I mean I don't know what the fuck you're doing back there
But goddamn man you gotta fix your shit
What, oh my headset wasn't plugged in
Ah fuck shit that's loud
Well
Sorry bout that



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Writer(s): Rik Jaco Jansen
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