Whoa oh oh oh oh We get real low, we get real high It ain’t all good baby but it’s all right This is real life in the real world We ain’t talking to no models We got real girls Well I grew up in a real town Where the prom queen had a plastic crown

I'm bad for you love, but I'm your cigarette So baby come and get it right now, now, now I can take you higher, then low, low, low All up on my body, boy go down, down Come and get it right now Come and get it right now, now So go on and smoke that shit

Keep on falling down Give me drink, give me smoke Get me high, let me float On a clowd, coming down Put me down, gentle now Bottom line, I can't cope If I die, I don't know I don't know, I don't know Give me drink, give me dope

(Money and the fame) Fort Collins, I'm sorry, Fort Collins, I'm sorry Cause I been on this road, tryna get high from my low Won't somebody tell me where to go, please cause I don't know I might be crazy, living life like a circus ape that's strapped into

I knew when I left I’d see you again Yeah, yeah, yeah Cashmere, left it lying by your bed It’s the color red, how could I forget? Cashmere (Cashmere), last night we made such a mess Getting high with the lights low, had a few more drinks And the next

When your chips are down When your highs are low Reaching for the light Knowing we can't win It's getting close to sundown over the Sierra Stranded on the freeway burning with desire She was on the sidewalk looking for a night light

But oh my, don't try to get close I'm just gonna leave 'cause baby I'm a lone ranger I don't want to get broken baby Sometimes I get high, sometimes I get low But I'm calm as can be in a room full of strangers Na, na, na, nana, na, na, na Give me miles,

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about

Fiesta, fiesta While y'all gotta club date, I'm fuckin' wit arenas Gotcha man sayin' "Kelly have you seen her?" Yeah she wit me on the low Gettin' high off the 'dro, got her knees on the flo' After the show it's the after party then After the party it's

My mother said, to get things done You'd better not mess with Major Tom Ashes to ashes, funk to funky We know Major Tom's a junkie Strung out in heaven's high Hitting an all-time low Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song? I've heard a