Lyrics:
Drinkin whiskey by the bottle
Hangin with a couple models
Pushin 80 on the throttle, ya
With some xannies in my pocket'
It'll be a little while
For I
betrayyed by my father
It hurts a little bit everyday and days get harder
Man my problems in a bottle
Everytime I seem to open and put one in, 3 Moree jump
I used to see the way
These diamonds shine with fame
Now I'm ten feet deep, got bottles in between
I'm feelin' like portals, inside of a hole
While
Sprinkle fronto on top of the broccoli
Gettin' high as we possibly can, I'm more than a man
That's why I left these holes in my hands
Hell yeah, I'm still
like queen killer, rhapsody bohemian queen
But queen like white glove wave hand
And not wave hand like it's a heat wave
So you make a fan by waving
than Berry Boss so check the golden child,
throwing it to your ear-hole, got you going buck wild.
But truck-tracks, rhymes all day, breaking off niggaz
me
From gettin mines, stogies be rolled, smokin' and gettin' by
Thanks rap, I ain't got a dime
Got me sneakin' out of checkout lines with bottles by
and found in it berserk
I've been burned by the fire, scorched by the flame
Of my own sins and desires so I call them by their names
When they come, greed,
bottom is the solving of every problem
If I could bottle the by-product of this struggling
I'd swallow the hole of all human stumbling
And finally prove
can't just sit by and watch you die
Change your ways, see more days
I know it's hard when you feel like you're stuck in a hole
We both know that it's
to feel full from this
Half empty cup
I gotta big hole so I'm
Trying to patch it up
Yeah it's probably not enough but
I rather fill it with you
I rather
setting fire to my feet
My mama always told I could come back home but I don't think I can I been gone too long
Holes in my jeans
My boots are busting
I found no solace at the bottom of a bottle
So I crack another, keep on searching, adding to my problems
My mind plays tricks and my souls gone
Yeah we young
We city punks
We get drunk by the river
‘Till it's dark
Yeah we young
Feelings gone
We gon’ pass along the bottle
‘Till we swung
Yeah
straight to the sack
I found a hole backed down and I fell in it
To tell you that I won't do what you want to
And I came back crying with my head in my shame
fun, then we'd never get along
Spin the bottle with ya tongue
Dentro un mensaje from the sun
Sinner in me cynically seated eenie meenie miney mo
Don't
500 Degreez it's not fool, buddy
And the dro got me so scummy
And to drum hole a whole hundred
Can I put a whole hunnid in your whole tummy? (Haha)
Like a Chinese proverb
We were always searching
Nightlife´s a no-win but nobody noticed
How we killed off the bottles
Looking good on the surface
of homies got rugged out
Damn shame all the brothers seem drugged out
One of seeds bust a bottle over the bizis head
Say it's yo fault that the otha bizis
by the morning find the bottle is empty
'Cause she never gives it the time
Every bottle she finds
They don't compare
To the ones she left
to the throttle
Skip mom's titty, skip the bottle
Straight to Cristal
In the club never hesitate
To pull that pistol
Before I take another fine
I’ll be cellmates
and drugs, my anthology on perfection,
Dress superb, admired by conspirers,
Who wanna try me, but ain't high enough to four-five me up,
Child
The beer I had for breakfast was a bottle of Mad Dog
And my 20/20 vision was fifty percent off
You said punch-buggy red and punched me right in my
That you used to do by my side
I saw you another day
You were drinking, smoking and dancing
But now you are smiling
You are living
Why is it better
Discuss these bottle by dave hole Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In