Songtexte Life Go Low - 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