The Bottom
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Hmm
Smoking and blowing and choking on reefer
I swear to God that I feel like Khalifa
There's so much smoke that I need me a breather
This ain't sativa baby, this the sleeper
Sip some tequila, pour off the diesel
I'm at war with these demons, I need me some Jesus
I scare at the steeple 'cause I'm a believer
And I know some people that died from a needle
High as the fucking sky
Welcome to the other side
This that cocaine lullaby
How to pimp a butterfly
Got partners that's fighting cases
Partners that's tryna play me
More partners that's acting shady
But hide behind smiling faces
This game is so cold and I put that on everything
It's part of the show
That's what they keep on telling me
The people you know are the ones with jealousy
But I gotta go
This shit's out of control
All my friends are losers
All of us are users
There is no excuses, the game is so ruthless
The truth is the bottom is where we belong
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
The bottom is where we belong
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
The bottom is where we belong
Now listen here, bubba
If I say it I mean it
If I tell you a donkey's finna shit ice cream
You should grab a bucket and a spoon
If I tell you a jackrabbit can pull a house
You better get that little motherfucker a harness, you hear me
Every time that I walk out the door
Put one in the chamber and pray to the lord
I found my peace, preparing for war
Keep checking the rear-view, I'm so paranoid
Come from the bottom where talk is cheap
All of my partners are still in the streets
Did this for Chizzle, may he rest in peace
Came out the dirt like a pair of cleats
Rose from the crack, straight out the bottom
Police is watching, hot as a sauna
Do all that talking, deal with the drama
And end up with trauma, that's on my mama
I'm with the bullshit, don't want no problems
Why do the men always wanna gossip?
But all the women always keep it solid
Don't even bother, I won't even holler
All my friends are losers
All of us are users
There is no excuses, the game is so ruthless
The truth is the bottom is where we belong
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
The bottom is where we belong
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
The bottom is where we belong
Hmm
Smoking and blowing and choking on reefer
I swear to God that I feel like Khalifa
There's so much smoke that I need me a breather
This ain't sativa baby, this the sleeper
Sip some tequila, pour off the diesel
I'm at war with these demons, I need me some Jesus
I scare at the steeple 'cause I'm a believer
And I know some people that died from a needle
High as the fucking sky
Welcome to the other side
This that cocaine lullaby
How to pimp a butterfly
Got partners that's fighting cases
Partners that's tryna play me
More partners that's acting shady
But hide behind smiling faces
This game is so cold and I put that on everything
It's part of the show
That's what they keep on telling me
The people you know are the ones with jealousy
But I gotta go
This shit's out of control
All my friends are losers
All of us are users
There is no excuses, the game is so ruthless
The truth is the bottom is where we belong
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
The bottom is where we belong
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
The bottom is where we belong
Now listen here, bubba
If I say it I mean it
If I tell you a donkey's finna shit ice cream
You should grab a bucket and a spoon
If I tell you a jackrabbit can pull a house
You better get that little motherfucker a harness, you hear me
Every time that I walk out the door
Put one in the chamber and pray to the lord
I found my peace, preparing for war
Keep checking the rear-view, I'm so paranoid
Come from the bottom where talk is cheap
All of my partners are still in the streets
Did this for Chizzle, may he rest in peace
Came out the dirt like a pair of cleats
Rose from the crack, straight out the bottom
Police is watching, hot as a sauna
Do all that talking, deal with the drama
And end up with trauma, that's on my mama
I'm with the bullshit, don't want no problems
Why do the men always wanna gossip?
But all the women always keep it solid
Don't even bother, I won't even holler
All my friends are losers
All of us are users
There is no excuses, the game is so ruthless
The truth is the bottom is where we belong
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
The bottom is where we belong
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
The bottom is where we belong
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Fowler, Jason De Ford, Matthew Wallace, Stuart Stapleton
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- Beautifully Broken (Pickin’ Up The Pieces)
- Get By - Single
- Get By (College Football Edition) - Single
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- Get By - College Football Edition
- Liar
- Dead End Road (From Twisters: The Album) - Single
- Leave The Light On (feat. Alexandra Kay) [From Twisters: The Album] - Single
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