Life Go Low Lyrics by Sam Evian
One, two, three
Every morning
Wake up and rise, realize
Not dead, surprise, another day
Catch a feeling
Divinate, don’t hate
Make up your mind, you’ll be late
You gotta fly
Life goes low
You try to make sense, but you really don’t know
You really don’t know
Call me, honey
I got an idea, it’s not funny
Everything rides on a man’s money
Don’t you know?
Let’s run away
Down south, weather’s great
No one will mind if you show up late
I know for sure
Life goes low
You try to make sense, but you really don’t know
You really don’t know
Life goes low
You try to make sense, but you really don’t know
You really don’t know
