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Introduction of the speaker as Sammy-Jo, expressing a preference for black and red colors.

Desire to navigate and escape from a challenging situation or environment.

Seeking self-discovery and elevation, possibly through personal growth or success.

Reference to a difficult situation, lying in a ditch, symbolizing struggle or adversity.

Mention of luxury items like a wristwatch and diamonds, possibly highlighting materialism.

Expressing difficulty in finding time to address personal emotions or issues.

Asking if someone would support and protect when things slow down or become challenging.

Seeking assurance that someone will stay loyal and supportive during difficult times.

Uncertainty about the future, suggesting the possibility of unexpected events.

Repetition of previous lines, emphasizing the themes of escape, struggle, and seeking support.

Find myself high in the distance

Find me up, lying in this ditch

With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'

If I can't find the time to get my heart out

Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the world down

Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound

Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner

Discussion about wealth, possibly questioning its significance or searching for something more.

In fact I bought a whole damn house with that

Aye, hand me where the ounces at

Tell me where the damn these ounces at

Aye, tell me where the ounces at

Tell me where the ounces, ounces at

Aye, tell me where the ounces at

Tell me where the ounces, ounces at

Encouraging a calm and controlled approach in the face of challenging circumstances.

(Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)

The effects can't touch this

(Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)

Stepped up, step down, bitch

(Woo! Simmer down, simmer down, simmer down, simmer down)

Wait, wait, wait

Expressing vitality and confidence, while inviting others to join and face challenges together.

I ain't ever been the one that's scared of you

Baby, you can come and get it

I'm alive, I'm alive, the bags in my ride, I

Baby, when the karma gets you

Maybe you can run away with us

Reflection on personal experiences, challenges, and the importance of staying true to oneself.

Damn I fall, move too fast, life is skidding to a halt

Got back on the road, and made it to the start

Disregard me, emotional discharge

Can't forget the mission, put it to my heart

I ain't playing games, but you can play a part

Standing up apart behind my battle scars

Critical view of societal norms, materialism, and the desire for a genuine and better life.

Big ass house and big ass car don't add up when you die alone

I want white knights like five lights for some little chromes

I want bliss, no strife

Rewind, don't slice around my aura with the better lies

I want a better life, bend around the corner

One deep, eyes shut when they know the place

But you don't know me, I don't correlate

Straight from manipulation wouldn't wanna infiltrate my brothers

Still wanna get me high, eyes low off that methadone

Metaphorical language portraying challenges and negativity in the speaker's life.

Gnawing on my wood like a termite

Entering my world like a parasite

(Parasite, parasite, parasite, parasite)

Mention of inner struggles, depression, and paranoia despite religious references.

At war with my conscience, paranoid, can't find that shit

Woo, praise God, hallelujah! I'm still depressed

At war with my conscience, paranoid, I can't—

Reiteration of the themes of seeking a way out, emotional struggles, and uncertain outcomes.

I'm Sammy-Jo, and my favorite colors are black and red

With a wrist and some diamonds a-mixin'

If I can't find time to get my heart out

Would you stomp 'em out when we slow the word down

Would you hold it down for me when my heart pound

Ain't no telling, no telling so call the coroner

Reflection on missing someone, possibly a past connection, with a mix of nostalgia and emotion.

Light it up better dodge the cops

And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks

I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots

And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks I- I-

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots and you

Miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots, I- I-

Sittin' on your porch, across parking lots

And I'll never get sick of playing with your locks

I- I- miss you lots, I- I- miss you lots

Repetition of the longing and missing someone, expressing a deep emotional sentiment.