I've been too low, so it's high time It's high time To slow my roll Let the grass just grow and lean way back It's a fine time To let it it all go Been missing my roots I'm getting rid of the flash Nobody needs a thousand-dollar suit just to take out the

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 said you wanna be startin' somethin' You got to be startin' somethin' It's too high to get over (yeah, yeah) Too low to get under (yeah, yeah) You're stuck in the middle (yeah, yeah) And the pain is thunder (yeah, yeah) Someone's always tryin' to start

When you blow at high dough Well, sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember The smarter it gets The further its gonna go They shot a movie once, in my hometown Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the

I get high cause the lows can be so cold I might bend a little bit but I don't fold One time for my mind and two for yours I got food for your thoughts to sooth your soul Move along, nothing to see I grew up, a fuckin' screw up Tie my shoe up, wish they

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

I get higher and lower Holdin' hands with an impotent dream In a brothel of fake energy Put a nickel in the graveyard machine Like a tired soldier With nothin' to shoot I just found me a bottle of blues Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe To want

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

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

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