DOWN
Yeah, the way I came up
I learned the hard way
I took the long way
Changed up my fucking mind state
I boost my crime rate
Life had me feeling like I'm never gonna see
The light of day so I pray
'Til I bruise up my knee
I move at my leisure
Good dude but thoughts be so eager
To plot and do evil, need enough to feed all my people
Just to stunt I risk it all, I'm like Evel Knievel
Might cost my life, but it's alright, tell 'em give me the needle
I fade away
Jesus, can you pick me up?
I fell down again
Right back down again
Again, again
Jesus, can you pick me up?
I fell down again
Right back down again
Again, again
I bring hope to the hopeless
And fiends to the dope shit
Fans want my old shit
Go and play my old shit
They love you when you close
But talk about you when you gone
I vow to stay the same
I ain't never steer 'em wrong
From playing empty concerts
To selling out shows
I did what I had to
And brought 'em back home
I'm the realest y'all
I don't need a gun to blow ya brains out
Rip the page out
And spill my pain out for y'all
Jesus, can you pick me up?
I feel down again
Right back down again
Again, again
Jesus, can you pick me up?
I feel down again
Right back down again
Again, again
I learned the hard way
I took the long way
Changed up my fucking mind state
I boost my crime rate
Life had me feeling like I'm never gonna see
The light of day so I pray
'Til I bruise up my knee
I move at my leisure
Good dude but thoughts be so eager
To plot and do evil, need enough to feed all my people
Just to stunt I risk it all, I'm like Evel Knievel
Might cost my life, but it's alright, tell 'em give me the needle
I fade away
Jesus, can you pick me up?
I fell down again
Right back down again
Again, again
Jesus, can you pick me up?
I fell down again
Right back down again
Again, again
I bring hope to the hopeless
And fiends to the dope shit
Fans want my old shit
Go and play my old shit
They love you when you close
But talk about you when you gone
I vow to stay the same
I ain't never steer 'em wrong
From playing empty concerts
To selling out shows
I did what I had to
And brought 'em back home
I'm the realest y'all
I don't need a gun to blow ya brains out
Rip the page out
And spill my pain out for y'all
Jesus, can you pick me up?
I feel down again
Right back down again
Again, again
Jesus, can you pick me up?
I feel down again
Right back down again
Again, again
Credits
Writer(s): Marcellus Payne
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