Everybody in here knows the count but me
Four on the floor, no offbeat to hold
I keep putting my chop where the space used to be
And the room keeps swallowing it whole

Same low end, different tongue
Same low end, different tongue

Stranger in the low end, counting wrong
Stranger in the low end, all night long
I brought a whole yard here in a crate
And I can't find the one on this eight

Say it

Maybe I carried it wrong
Maybe a sound can drown crossing over
And I just didn't hear it go

Stranger in the low end, counting wrong
Stranger in the low end, all night long
I brought a whole yard here in a crate
And I can't find the one on this eight