Bottom of the Sea (639Hz)
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
I'm at the bottom of the sea
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
There's times you're gonna hate it
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
Man, just wanna shake it
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
To the top and if you take a...
I'm at the bottom of the sea
'Nother shot you're gonna make it
Stop, drop, look whatchu got
A little bit of love adds up to a lot
You seem down like a clown when no one's around
When you're hangin' with the gang on the wrong end of town
I hear it a lot
The feeling will pop
Stick to your guns and you'll rise to the top
Nothing outside of you should ever win
Your head, heart and your hands, baby
You got that within
Let's go!
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
There's times you're gonna hate it
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
Man, just wanna shake it
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
To the top and if you take a...
I'm at the bottom of the sea
'Nother shot you're gonna make it
Without those roots
That box, that container
Leggo my Eggo, the child entertainer
You're slow to let go and loosen up on the topics
That serve ya no more, like Snoop you can drop it
'Cause it hot like Bananas when they meet ghost peppers
Comin' out like Diana, the hottest of the steppers
'94, man what a good year, my dude
Would six more days at 1% tire you?
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
I'm at the bottom of the sea
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
There's times you're gonna hate it
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
Man, just wanna shake it
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
To the top and if you take a...
I'm at the bottom of the sea
'Nother shot you're gonna make it
Stop, drop, look whatchu got
A little bit of love adds up to a lot
You seem down like a clown when no one's around
When you're hangin' with the gang on the wrong end of town
I hear it a lot
The feeling will pop
Stick to your guns and you'll rise to the top
Nothing outside of you should ever win
Your head, heart and your hands, baby
You got that within
Let's go!
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
There's times you're gonna hate it
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
Man, just wanna shake it
I'm at the bottom of the ocean
To the top and if you take a...
I'm at the bottom of the sea
'Nother shot you're gonna make it
Without those roots
That box, that container
Leggo my Eggo, the child entertainer
You're slow to let go and loosen up on the topics
That serve ya no more, like Snoop you can drop it
'Cause it hot like Bananas when they meet ghost peppers
Comin' out like Diana, the hottest of the steppers
'94, man what a good year, my dude
Would six more days at 1% tire you?
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Regnier
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