Bottle
A bottle
A model
A bottle
What if it's only made of glass
What if it falls quite too fast
And it breaks ground
A bottle
Only holds what you put in it
What are you gonna do with it
What are you gonna fill it with
A bottle
Out floating in the ocean waves
Till someone opens it
When it breaks ground
A bottle
Feeling the void nowhere to hide
Where you gonna go if they choose to spy
Is hell is where you go if you're afraid to die
Put my bottle on ice
These are feelings of a frozen heart
These are rhythms of a broken heart
Take my bottle off ice
Umma drank it till I don't wake up
Umma drank it till I don't wake up
I'd still feel cold
If I feel into the sun
Knowing you are not the one
I still don't know
If I feel into the sun
I drunk the bottle till it's done
A bottle
What if it's only made of glass
What if it falls quite too fast
And it breaks ground
A bottle
Only holds what you put in it
What are you gonna do with it
What are you gonna fill it with
A bottle
Out floating in the ocean waves
Till someone opens it
When it breaks ground
A bottle
Feeling the void nowhere to hide
Where you gonna go if they choose to spy
Is hell is where you go if you're afraid to die
A bottle
What if it's only made of glass
What if it falls quite too fast
And it breaks ground
A bottle
Only holds what you put in it
What are you gonna do with it
What are you gonna fill it with
A bottle
Out floating in the ocean waves
Till someone opens it
When it breaks ground
A bottle
Feeling the void nowhere to hide
Where you gonna go if they choose to spy
Is hell is where you go if you're afraid to die
A model
A bottle
What if it's only made of glass
What if it falls quite too fast
And it breaks ground
A bottle
Only holds what you put in it
What are you gonna do with it
What are you gonna fill it with
A bottle
Out floating in the ocean waves
Till someone opens it
When it breaks ground
A bottle
Feeling the void nowhere to hide
Where you gonna go if they choose to spy
Is hell is where you go if you're afraid to die
Put my bottle on ice
These are feelings of a frozen heart
These are rhythms of a broken heart
Take my bottle off ice
Umma drank it till I don't wake up
Umma drank it till I don't wake up
I'd still feel cold
If I feel into the sun
Knowing you are not the one
I still don't know
If I feel into the sun
I drunk the bottle till it's done
A bottle
What if it's only made of glass
What if it falls quite too fast
And it breaks ground
A bottle
Only holds what you put in it
What are you gonna do with it
What are you gonna fill it with
A bottle
Out floating in the ocean waves
Till someone opens it
When it breaks ground
A bottle
Feeling the void nowhere to hide
Where you gonna go if they choose to spy
Is hell is where you go if you're afraid to die
A bottle
What if it's only made of glass
What if it falls quite too fast
And it breaks ground
A bottle
Only holds what you put in it
What are you gonna do with it
What are you gonna fill it with
A bottle
Out floating in the ocean waves
Till someone opens it
When it breaks ground
A bottle
Feeling the void nowhere to hide
Where you gonna go if they choose to spy
Is hell is where you go if you're afraid to die
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Burse
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