Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song King Of Rock Bottom, artist - Mr. J. Medeiros. Album song Of Gods and Girls, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: De Medeiros
Song language: English
King Of Rock Bottom |
From an outsider looking in |
Its like look at him another man that couldn’t win |
Another stand with a crooked grin |
On the other hand he blames the land that took him in |
A product of environment |
The book the pen they wonder where the fire went |
He shook the hands of the one he admires |
He’s hooked again |
In the club he acquires a small taste for loneliness |
He’s always saying how it’s only us |
He flys in with the three wise men |
He buys into the Jack, John, Jim |
This is where the Captain swims on a sinking ship |
He’s the only passenger and he ain’t thinking quick |
He drinks he sips he took it down |
He winks and tips his crooked crown |
Look it now He’s spoiled by the Royal one |
Coiled in the corner father guilt he the loyal son |
Waiting on his joy to come in the form of another pour |
Yo, pour me one |
Cus if he only knew |
How much he meant to you |
So many prayers that never got sent to you |
The Devil got him resenting you |
For all the things he did and never meant to do |
He’d have the nights over heaven |
More then half the time |
When life gave him lemons he grabbed a lime |
Is it his faults or the Gin’s the Malt on his chin |
The salt of the earth is now the salt on his rim |
It’s the call of the Jim to see the Beams of his ceiling |
If his walls were any thinner |
You could see he was kneeling |
On his bathroom tile but not in prayer |
Passed out by the smile that got him there |
Another bout in a self-doubt nightmare |
Got him in a glass house with this right hand |
Holding a Mic stand denying what his life is |
Hold him to the light and you’ll find he’s self-righteous |
Can you believe the one that won’t bleed |
Is asking you to cut yourself indeed |
Looking at the flower brother check the seed |
You shook by the power of a reckless greed |
A washed up hero enjoying his drink again |
Maybe in the morning he will think again |
Until then the only sunrise he know |
Gets mixed with an orange juice and Cuervo Gold |
Cus if he only knew |
How much he meant to you |
So many prayers that never got sent to you |
The Devil got him resenting you |
For all the things he didn’t and never meant to do |