Bottom Of The Bottle

I been drinking all day
I been drinking all day
I been drinking all day
I been drinking all day

This the bottom of the bottle, can't we talk this out tomorrow
Wallow in my sorrows, cause that shit be hard to swallow
Telling me I'm something special, but I tell em it's only the Devil
Come in take a trip into my mind, thorns up in between my spine
Everyday seek out demise, I got demons down to ride
Fuck a shitty nine to five, save this little light of mine
How the fuck am I alive, how the fuck do I survive
Smoking and hoping the reaper be chocking
I'm moping and groping, cause my life be sloping
If it does not end, then I'll spit my throat open
I'm far from the goat, and I'm losing all hope
Feel like a ghost, and I'm feeling so cold
Hope for the most, but this life getting old
Hope for the most, but this life getting old
Hope for the most, but this life getting old

I been drinking all day
I been drinking all day
I been drinking all day
I been drinking all day



Credits
Writer(s): Layne Brindley
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