The Lows

[Intro: Scuare]
Now, usually, I don't do this but
Imma go off and break 'em off or something
I don't know what he says

[Chorus: Scuare]
Look
You not really living
Ain't no remix to Ignition
Don't believe in superstition
I'll just leave it to ambition
We got to weigh
We got to go
We got the way
We got to know
Bring out the rain
We got the lows
We got the lows
We got the lows, yeah

[Verse 1: Scuare]
Figured I- Figured I'd let it go down
Life is a [?]
Feeling like a kid, I better get it all out
But no, don't stand with a [?]
Suppose [?]
[?] never let a thought drown
Doesn't matter what I said, I feel like shit [?]
To defeat, when I breathe I remember [?]
I don't want to know, I don't want to try
I've just been attached to the base of the crime
I've just been low, haven't been alive
Sittin' in the casket, erasing the time
I just wanna go
It's getting easier to fade now
This life has all but run away now
And I just wanna find a way
But I find nothing but the way down
And I don't really need to know what
You try to tell me on the low
No time to understand the whole now
When it's the only way to go

[Verse 2: You F. Oh]
OK, I figured, I figured I'd try to dive deep
Energize and I rise out of my seat
Minimize little minds out of my reach
Then [?] till I ride out of my grief
Spit a rhyme that I write down in my sleep
Then epitomize enterprise down in my dreams
Memorize, synthesize now when I think
Till I'm in the sky, getting high, pounding my wings
Found that I'm king in my own brain
Melancholy locked in a padlock box
But I fount that it screams my whole name
Send a little shock when I'm static
Lost in the attic, I'm wood floor pacing
Views from the roof never looked more basement
And proof for the truth never looked more vacant
I must move forward, I can't be patient
I can't be late so I can't be waiting
I can't be fake but I can't be blatant
I can't sit still when my heart is racing
I can't get chills when my spark is taken
I can't be shaken, I won't move over
You must take aim though you're no true soldier
You must make flames while your soul grew colder
And one day fame's just an old news poster
And it ain't right
But it ain't wrong
Been fighting demons, they ain't leaving me alone
They tell me

[Chorus: Scuare]
You not really living
Ain't no remix to Ignition
Don't believe in superstition
I'll just leave it to ambition
We got to weigh
We got to go
We got the way
We got to know
Bring out the rain
We got the lows
We got the lows
We got the lows, yeah