Search results for 'Low Output Syndrome'

syndrome
The devil's made a great case for my love
You played the hero
A villain you said you did not know
Hand fed me hope
A sugar coated new low
When I

really, yeah
Need some to see it here
Don't give me drugs I will be clear,
Trying so hard to stay on my feet
Nostalgia syndrome is gone hit
All

The alcohol is filling my lungs
Yeah, this one's for you
My therapist said hi

Now I've got
I've got
Post traumatic
Complex post traumatic
Syndrome
I've got

I've been low, yeah
I've been told
I would get criticized

Takes a toll
When I'm alone
I get lost in my mind

Lost in my mind, oh

Across the States

Episodes

Lootpack

Soundpieces: Da Antidote!

1999

pushing trivial, unimportant material 
Virtually there, but still visually impaired 
Point of views defusing the output of ya outlook 
Confusing ya

I been high and I been low
Sip that Henny and smoke that dro
I been high and I been low
Sip that Henny and smoke that dro
I been high and I been low

Fear the unknown
Fear the unknown on my way back home
I have it all
I have it all but I feel alone

She drops it low,
She drops it low yeah 
I gotta

Children with syndromes are heading the charts,

Throwing the darts into ""music as arts"",

Gimme me yo playlist - i know who you are

Things that you say

Imposter syndrome
I'll spend till my death

Now I'm knee deep in drip
And she likes how it fit
Chain on my neck
And my wrist that's a flex

Can't do no low

Lyrical ability my choppers gonna sick um
High snares low hats a tempo n a sick drum
Mental in my mind I have some kind of syndrome
I'm angry that every

and just come up from the low streets

Bring it back, this ain't what they want
Spend a hundred grand and they still want a couple more
They don't understand

bitch look like Nia Long 
Work it slow work it slow speed it up then work it slow 
Drop it low drop it low bounce it high then drop it low 
Blowing strong

low
Feels like I'm riding solo
Maybe it's finally my time to go
Imposter Syndrome

I just want to take it slow
Pretty soon I'll lose control, woah
All I know is I don't feel home
All I know chaotic syndromes
I need help though

20 years tryna fit the mold
Tryna be the same makes me feel so low
I just wanna be in control
They don't let me talk so now I gotta show 'em

I'm not

I wanna open shop
Molly rollin my syndrome
You only bring your talk
That shit don’t hit though
She wanna have more fun
Damn, think I might do it

My Hooptie

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Rap: On the Lighter Tip

1992

might get clipped

By a hooptie

Runnin' outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla soot
"Whatcha

tell me was is los
Eya help me keine Show
Flasche Vino, Weed Kickt Wow
Wir sind way up, Karre low
Check Diskografie
Blickkontakt wie nie
Output es wird

in 兵庫 (Uh)
Out in 兵庫
But keep that on the low (Uh)
With my friends making ends it's time to rack up again
Ain't talking basketball way my numbers

Pack torching like the destiny was manifest
I been up
And I been low
To give up
Is not my goal
Ohh
Stuffing up the duffles
Tryna stack the cheese
Me

Crowd goes wild, we did the dance
Lights go low in Lovers Land

It's like we're strangers, not just my lady, but her smile
Haven't seen that pretty

Da Story

Noreaga

N.O.R.E.

1998

laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe 
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said 
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at 
And when I

All on You

DJ 31 Degreez

Forecast 5: Spring Training Edition

2007

and kelly I should tell you I'm feelin ya skin tone you lookin just like a precious gem stone and me I'm sick I spit that syndrome I'm ahead of the game lovin

can browse on a unknown rappers output
No ghost writing ain't with casper
I'm a low life wrong chapter
No wife
Laughter
Cause I know I can't get past