Lyrics:
You were talkin' trash, we were tossin' bags
When I caught your name at a corn hole game
September Saturday in Rocky Top
On top of G10 parking lot
need wisdom
I got pill bottles on the shelf
They run the ghost in me
Pill bottles on the shelf
They gunned a hole in me
Pill bottles on the shelf
My
bottle
I dug my grave again
Would you hurt me?
Nothing pass you by
I wasted my time.. thinking why
Your truth and life are so fucking
need wisdom
I got pill bottles on the shelf
They run the ghost in me
Pill bottles on the shelf
They gunned a hole in me
Pill bottles on the shelf
My
you happy)
Let's get it crackin' bottles
We back in town, we're so plastered
So meet her in the bathroom
She just turned 18, she calls me baby
this
Bitch and they bogus
And them done fill yo' ass up with them doses
Kept it one hundred, had lows, can hold 'em
Tryna stay focused, snake by
When I get older, grey in my hair
Many years from now
Would you still be sending me a valentine?
Birthday greetings? Bottle of wine?
If I'd been out
Pants in the sink
Head still sore
Broken beer bottles on the kitchen floor
And that phone isn't ringing at all
Waiting by the phone
Holding out hope
of Jack to her right
And a shotgun by her side
Gonna do somethin’ and she knows it isn’t right
There’s a hole dug in the back of their land
Seems about
my lungs
And wake up screaming for my life
In my blue heaven
There's a bottle of Pontchartrain
Chalmette by moonlight
To take away the pain
Card
Got these Rambo's and guns
Puttin' holes in these lungs
Know I do it for fun
Bitch what the fuck
Pigeon sniffer
Sponsored by Nurofen
Japanese crime
Put your schemes to test in real life, bet you need a vest, bet you need a vet
Niggas bitin' crazy, all they seen is death by rabies
Niggas gettin'
a bottle
Ain't droppin nothing
The hoe gonna swallow
Then fuck you to death
Like she fucking herself
And really don't need your help by a god damn
just ain't nothin' left
Whiskey with the cyanide, empty bottle by my bed
Depression got no antidote so fill my fucking brain with lead
Blood run
nights all bottles
Plump fingers locked we tandem vomit
Be there by tomorrow
Hole worn flip flop sand still on it
Expire in the tropics
Hair blown dry
else
Is in the room
Damn
Feel like
I'm in a
Tomb already
But I'm not
Shit gettin
Deeper and deeper
Found myself
In this rabbit hole
Mixed
they holla
I see them hate I'm like hold up
Hold up, hold up
I got bullet holes but I'm whole oh
I got bullet holes but I'm whole ooh
I got million
the fuck up, nigga?)
Turn
Nobody don't wanna cry no more (no)
I seen years go by, but bine been flyin' more (yeah)
Sometimes you gotta lose the battle
filled with semen
Never rest cant remember my last dream man
Pictures of him really got me creamin
You were there
When i got mugged up by a goblin
And i
you on your way
Flyin' by goes a stork
You decide to bring your oars in now
But accidentally knock out the cork
Row your boat to shore
When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?
If I'd been
here is me, I make medicine sick
I'm never takin a loss, but beatin em down with force
Go when Dave writes the source, I got more holes than a golf
And you'll know it was me by the trail of demos
Spare me the details, e-mails, memos
Dookie-gold chain letter to whom it may concern
Put this around
Guitars pickin' with a bottle of wine
And I'll be an old broke guitar picker, lord, when I die
Holes in my clothes, I got holes in my shoes
I got
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