//Low. Video (MV)

I'm in my room
I'm in my room
Hoe
Hoe
Hoe
Bitch, you heard em night city roads
I just hit the road
Never come back at twelve o'clock though
I'mma say no
When you hit my phone
'Less you hit my line with that f*cking guarantee
I don't know what you see in
All of my mistreatment
Let me make you cum to make up
For the weekend
In the night no sleepin'
Feel all your energy
Lets hope in the morning we don't need no plan B
Yeah, yeah
Just help me stop
Never knew, I never knew
I'd ramp up and drop
Too far to stop
Get a little outrageous
Every time I ramp up I need all your patience
They don't wanna hear me (They don't wanna hear me)
You keep me on my feet (You keep me on my feet)
They don't wanna hear me
So I'mma speak
(Ow, f*ck, I hit my head on the door)
This song's about
Being Bipolar
Or what ever the f*ck I am
And the people that have been there
No matter how long it lasted
I said hey
Where'd you go
I said hey
Where'd you go you keep my down low
Every time I'm on a high you keep my down low
Keep me down low
Bring me down low
Oh I think I'm bipolar in my mind oh
And I just punched a hole straight through the door
Hit my steering wheel every time I'm on the road
Every time I'm ramping up you take me down low
Make sure that you keep me grounded
Really Low, low
Make sure that you keep me grounded
Really low, low
I said hey where'd you go
Every time I'm on a high or down low
Keep me down low
FUCK