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lirik lagu 10. highs n lows – young mugz

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[hook]
i find myself lost in the smoke
looking for hope in this dope
i choke by the rope that i thought helped me cope
slipping slide like soap, get high for your lows
she ask what i’m doing, getting high like your hopes (x2)

[verse: mugz]
i find myself, losing myself when i’m losing my health
feeling numb to the world and losing what i felt
there ain’t no we when you faker than wwe here’s the belt
champion of bs i’m just mad i didn’t smell
i guess love dulls your senses, you didn’t catch me when i fell
too the bottom of my problems, drowned like i fell in a well
swimming with the fishes and wishes and i never tell
or admit cause i guess success was just a myth
i’m not too far from sh-t and i’ll never make hit
after i said that i had to take a hit from this spliff
cause mary is my therapist that i love to kiss
and she won’t judge me when she hears this
there was days i slit my wrist, put the gun to my head click
russian roulette with a full clip but the glock jammed
so i guess i’m here for a reason blessed like i’m sneezing d-mn

[hook]
i find myself lost in the smoke
looking for hope in this dope
i choke by the rope that i thought helped me cope
slipping slide like soap, get high for your lows
she ask what i’m doing, getting high like your hopes

[verse 2]
i’m losing faith in the whole meaning of fate
losing trust in these girls quick let me bust, they just bait
when did i transform to the fish in the lake
my heart colder than a winter storm a snow flake
let my mouth when i spit that line fascinating
the snakes with they hate is contaminating
my mind, i’m young but i feel like i’m running out of time
not making enough with this job, don’t wanna rob and sell dimes
you kidding, my pride won’t let me stand on a corner
epscially when it’s cold and i know miami is warmer
could this music be the key and answer to my problems
or is another n-gg- from the hood rapping common
well probably i’ll link with kwali soon
join ye get paid and shoot up with cudi to the moon
cartoon thinking is what that is grow up
imagination is childish so what who gives a f-ck

[hook]
i find myself lost in the smoke
looking for hope in this dope
i choke by the rope that i thought helped me cope
slipping slide like soap, get high for your lows
she ask what i’m doing, getting high like your hopes (x2)