Metro Boomin want some more, nigga I've been running from my problems I've been running from you Girl, all this money, all these things don't feel the same without you I can't trust these others girls, I got a feeling 'bout you Even though I'm doing well, I lose my touch without you I hate to hurt you, cameras showing everything that I do Piece of shit, I got a side bitch and I lie to her too My momma asking 'bout you, and I finna lie to her too I blew up and got lost in a sauce, and changed up on you But when nobody else was around She always held me down She always held me down She always held me down Way before I found my sound She kept my feet on the ground She always held me down She always held me down I've been living life on the road Feeling lonely, heart is turning cold I be covered up in sold out clothes Feeling empty, doing sold out shows Using drugs to cover up my emotions (abusing drugs) Every time you see me, I'm either rolling or smoking (I'm rollin' up) Everybody love me now, only you make me feel important When we settle down, everything you buy gon' be imported All of your friends, they told you, "Don't fuck with a artist" When I tell you what my body count is, that gon hit you the hardest I've been running from my problems I've been running from you Girl, all this money, all these things don't feel the same without you I can't trust these others girls, I got a feeling 'bout you Even though I'm doing well, I lose my touch without you I hate to hurt you, cameras showing everything that I do Piece of shit, I got a side bitch and I lie to her too My momma asking 'bout you, and I finna lie to her too I blew up and got lost in a sauce, and changed up on you But when nobody else was around She always held me down She always held me down She always held me down Way before I found my sound She kept my feet on the ground She always held me down She always held me down Whenever they took my music for a joke Whenever I ever had my back against the ropes When I was down and I had no hope She was always down from the get-go She was always down, stay ten toes Lost my girl, found a thousand hoes She a good girl, don't work on a pole If I need it, she would stash my pole She pay for all the dinners when I was broke If I needed, she would hide my dope Girl, I know you still wearing my clothes I know you think about me when you're alone I know you think about texting my phone I wish you would give in and just let go I'm happy I found out you was at my show You're more than my girl You're part of my soul I've been running from my problems I've been running from you Girl, all this money, all these things don't feel the same without you I can't trust these others girls, I got a feeling 'bout you Even though I'm doing well, I lose my touch without you I hate to hurt you, cameras showing everything that I do Piece of shit, I got a side bitch and I lie to her too My momma asking 'bout you, and I finna lie to her too I blew up and got lost in a sauce, and changed up on you But when nobody else was around She always held me down She always held me down She always held me down Way before I found my sound She kept my feet on the ground She always held me down She always held me down

Hey, so I really wanted Juice to be on the mixtape But I couldn't, uh, get it cleared in time But, everytime you play this track all the way through All the streaming proceeds go directly to social work So, run this back and play it all the way through Uh, again, I really appreciate you guys being here Since day one and uh, yeah, album is comin' real soon Ah!

The highs and the lows The highs, the lows I'm an emotional rollercoaster (ah) With highs so high, could put Bol Bol on a poster (mm) But when the bread get low like four loaves in a toaster Or the shoulders can get cold as ten toes in Nova Scotia Some days I hold a grudge, some days I Holy Ghost her Some days I just ghost her, some days I'm supposed to The crib feel like a gunfight, but them strollers, that's the holster (huh) We can make amends over old memes and mimosas My mama know I ain't make my bed, but I'ma lay in it Whether it's sandpaper, suede linen Whether I'm alone or Creole lady marmalade-ing it The same pajamas I was afraid in, I boogeyman slayed My blankets concealed my blade in it, emotional seesaw With two fat motherfuckers with strong knees in free fall (huh) It's cloudy with a chance of meatballs, I checked the weather I gave all my vices a call, let's get together To talk about the highs and lows, the ups and downs The friends that I had to hide to come around They told me that I knew you'd always come around Come around, come around, come around, come around To work out the highs and lows, the ups and downs No need to hide disguises comin' down Go and get high, I promise you're comin' down Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down When it's hard to keep your eyes on the road (eyes on the road) And you feel your back's on the ropes (with your backs against the ropes) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You gotta take the highs with the lows (yeah, yeah) You're lost, and you're runnin' out of hope (you're runnin' out of hope) Lookin' for the best way to cope (for the best ways to cope) Just know we all been there before (we all been there) You gotta take the highs with the lows (badmon) I was feelin' lifeless, I had to cut my vices (I had to) Now the feelin' that I feel is priceless In the spirit, want me to be righteous But I know I might just relapse, get sucked in these devices Got so used to feedback, I couldn't tell what mines is (word) Sometimes all the outside noise just really blinds us Beware (facts), believe none of what you see and half of what you hear (right) The best things in life on the opposite side of fear I swear I see it clear, like after the storm Still, you can't stop the rain like the Loose Ends' song My word is bond like James, yo, I couldn't complain (nah) 'Cause even when I did, niggas really couldn't feel my pain (uh) That's the type of shit to drive a nigga insane Wanna be numb, now your thumb back flickin' the flame Back to square one, tryna overcome what you became Like they was right, I guess you're never gon' change, I guess you never gon' When it's hard to keep your eyes on the road (your eyes on the road) You start to feel your back on the ropes (your back 'gainst the ropes) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) You're lost, and you're runnin' out of hope (and you're runnin' out of hope) And you lookin' for the best way to cope (the best way to cope) Just know we all been there before (we all been there) You gotta take the highs with the lows (the highs with the lows) To talk about the highs and lows, the ups and downs The friends that I had to hide to come around They told me that I knew you'd always come around Come around, come around, come around, come around To work out the highs and lows, the ups and downs (the ups and downs) No need to hide disguises comin' down (comin' down) Go and get high, I promise you're comin' down Comin' down, comin' down, comin' down, comin' down Buck, buck, buck, brr, Chano Chance The Rapper, Josif Badmon (yes, yes) You done know this Big up to the youth dem All the youth dem worldwide (all the youth dem are the truth dem) Yes, and the most high, praise the most high Chano Fuck Mussolini with his dead ass Fuck, fuck, fuck

Wait, kringle bells all the way Ayy, on your heels, girl make that shake (shake, shake, shake) Ayy, got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh And tryna tee up Christmas day Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way Ayy, got them bells all on her shake (shake, shake, shake, shake) Got 'bout three hoes on the way Ayy, got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh, ayy Legs up Hello, kitty (hell yeah) I wanna prove (ah yeah) It's cuffing season (hell yeah) But you got a man (yeah, yeah) Tell him get (spread up) I'm in the spirit (yeah, yeah) So who's is it? (Say it now) I don't play (legs up) See my face (hell yeah) Have a seat (oh, yeah) Make a plate (hell yeah) She can't wait (yeah, yeah) Still awake (spread up) To open gifts (yeah, yeah) It's Christmas Day (say it now) Ayy, kringle bells all the way (all the way) Ayy, on your heels, girl, make that shake (I make it shake) Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh (up on my sleigh) And tryna tee up Christmas day (on Christmas day) Won't you, won't you kringle bells all the way? (All the way) Ayy, got them bells all on her shake (on Christmas day) Got 'bout three hoes on the way (I brought them away) Ayy, got 'bout three hoes in my sleigh I'll keep you close, howlin' in snow Call your Santa Claus That's what Christmas for Hey, I got three hoes on the way (on the way) Got 'bout three hoes on my sleigh (I make it sleigh) They tryna tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day) They tryna tee up Christmas Day (on Christmas Day) Tell them jingle bells all the way (up all the way) Bells are hangin', damn they shake (and make it shake) I got three hoes on the way (up on the way) They tryna tee up Christmas day (on Christmas Day) Just tell me which floor, should I get off? And I'll be right there to set it off I'll be right there to deck the halls Either your love or none at all And your presence is a present for me For Christmas or just because It's either your love or none at all Either your love or none at all Christmas Oh, I love Christmas Being obligated to buy shit for people at a certain time in the year I buy Christmas gifts, but just, just 'cause you're supposed to, Jesus Autotune that for me Jesus Consumerism Jesus' Birthday I swear to God, if you leave my raw vocals like that We not friends anymore Autotune my shit and put them Put them Travis Scott effects on my shit

Yo, It's the return of the gifted gift-er The secret Santa grab bag sifter The Grinch sled hanging off the ledge Dead lifter The best thrifter The tear jerker The Santa's little helper Employee of the year worker The smile bringer The joy inside the child lingers The boy inside the crowd proud he's a loud singer The whole choir The bowtie-er The snow plow and the snow tires The coat buyer The "Aw you shouldn't have"-er The Birkin Bagger The gifted rapper They told me it's the thought that Counts but really It's the count that matters Accountant hacker Bank amount countin backwards a thousand smackers It's the return of Chris Kringle that piss singles That shit tingles Sending checks twice cause the names on the list wrinkled My chips Pringle My chips bingo My green mean go Your green means slow It's the young born again Good hood ornament With a little chicken like a Cornish hen Amazon ordering Cohiba importer Evergreen watering Wrapping all night will he ever bring the chorus in Fire place bright like I threw ten menorahs And ten more kinaras and a whole fucking forest in I'll buy the doll and the mall that the store is in I'll hide the presents and the dresser and the drawer is in My dog doin moves he said "this shit is on the floor again" Feds was on his trail but he got 50 names in Oregon I bought cases bigger than the suits that you see Lori in James still sitting but I'm sending a Delorean Look it's Mr. Christmas Bonus Mr. Made his brother's bands, Mr. Nicholas Jonas Mr. big cahones But bigger heart that's where the homeless' home is The home alone kid Its the return of Kevin McCallister The Swiss Mister The hot chocolate mixer That gets pictures The big, big cousin miss-er The quick fixer The Wiz Oz big blizzard, the big gifter