quaties

I know I quit but I started back
I'm sinking again, I'm drinking againIs easy to sin when you bleeding within'

now I'm in the mothafucka all I feel is, low..
My smile is forced
My style is warped
Low like the grasses, low like po folks on grass shit
I'm so below the casket, ragged pulse up the maggots

Lower than low, lower than low
Thats how I feel in the morning

Lower than low, lower than low
That's how I sound when you callin'