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Anything Goes

Florida Georgia Line

Anything Goes

2014

and stereo
Tail lights dissapear in bout a mile or so
Down a county road
Phone blowing up where you is
Baby sayin' baby, let's do this
Rocket in a bottle

Gotta Drink away the pain
You thinkin it's a game boy
You don't know
Ill be pissing in bottles
Drunk by myself

Verse 2 (Eto)

Hell cracking the top shelf

keep it humble 'cause you know we neva' lack nothin'
Watch me score all by myself, ain't gotta pass nothin'
They say slow it down but we gon' hit

and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They

Welcome to the party 
We get it jumpin'
Poppin' these bottles and bumpin' 
Breaking it up, rolling it up
Facing that bitch like it's nothin

My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance

Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them

weather ain't the norm
But I've been calling tropics 

Form a wave and talk for days 
Bottles pour like rain and store the rays 
The vibe in phase and auto

Phantom 309

Red Sovine

Red Simpson/Red Sovine/Dave Dudley

all to shame 
There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line 
Ain't seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309."

Well, we rode and talked

Remove the cover, clean the dust, see if it will start
Take it down the street some time, navigate by heart
Pack a bag to go quite far, a bottle

Thugged Out

Tech N9ne

The Worst

2001

ounces in they pockets
Bitches jock it
We ridin Benz's, ya'll still drivin 50 rockets
Nigga don't knock it
But you need to stop it
Top notch shit
I

Bottom of a bottle
When you come from nothin'
Surviving's the only thing
That you know
Bottom of a bottle
This shit's easy man

Only I know
What been

And only ones that gets us is us
Toking 'till I'm glaze, rolling smoking blaze
Rock expensive J's, glad I brought my shades
Got a bottle somebody gave me,

keep the rain away
I feel like Nate Dogg, smokin' that Chronic
No barkin' from the dogs, today seems kinda odd
It feels strange, but by any means, I

autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't

Geto Highlites

Coolio

Gangsta's Paradise [Clean]

1995

the homie kickin' the real)
(Yeah, I hear what he sayin', loc)
(But sometimes it's just like that in the hood)
(Yeah, don't nothin' change in the game but

Geto Highlites

Coolio

Gangsta's Paradise

1995

the homie kickin' the real)
(Yeah, I hear what he sayin', loc)
(But sometimes it's just like that in the hood)
(Yeah, don't nothin' change in the game but

Clown-ass niggas (yeah)
You know how we get down

Uh, Roc-A-Fella's capo, unflappable
Test my weight in the Apple
Never a question of if
But when you gonna

goin when the driver know your last name
And first class ain't much different than the last plane
Say we the same but I'm nothin like you guys
I'm

to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether thats right I will never know(ugh but here goes nothin)

[Verse 1 - T.I.]

[Chorus - Chrisette Michelle]

Cuz nothing can top all the feelings I get
When we puffin on rockets
Hot boxing the closet
I'm close to just popping the cap to this
Bottle of feelings

been fuckin' with Trigga, by the way
Hey, but that's what everybody say

We don't wanna talk if it ain't about the money
That's what everybody say

to have
But day by day I wait
for the news to arrive
And spread across the front page:
THE BOTTOMLESS BOTTLE.

The bottle should be bottomless,
as a sky
So

tonight
Got the Glock Concealing
Keep the bottles coming, turn me up
They jealous, by the way
Got that 'tron all up in my cup
And that's just by the way
Bad

of course
Who rides a horse in Nashville? I might
I got bicycles for the kids, tricycles for the babies
M-80s, bottle rockets, bottles in my pocket