Paroles:
The Music So Low

So low, so low, I'm low Low, so low, so low, and low Did it fit this way When you see my face Won't you help me babe So low, so low, so low, and low

So low, so low, I'm low Low, so low, so low, and low Did it fit this way When you see my face Won't you help me babe So low, so low, so low, and low

song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up All the gals pon the dance floor wanting some more what Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music

a quarter to support her My money was gettin low And my patience was getting shorter Heard about his new gf and all the shit he brought So i caught,

- Paralyzed have you bleedin' tears. This is the therapy needed, so use it. Music is water; you know what my proof is? (What?) People need music like

In Crime From The Age Of 9 Music Got Me Kind Of Famous Now They Want A Piece Of Pie Blud Im Blowin Up The Scene Duno Where My Bed Is Smoke So Much Weed

and you Nothing I would rather do Then hold you all through the night Under my tree Bring along the mistletoe Keep the music nice and low I'll show you

gonna ball like I'm eight feet tall, Cause my flow like sushi it so so raw, It means my career will be so so long, They know where I'm going so I had

the victory and bring me out the rain Give me something, to smile about and [Hook:] (no more pain), somebody tell me what happiness is Cause I'm sick, of living so low