| Put the nozzle up, push the throttle down
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| Pick the bottle up while drivin' slowly through this town
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| All these demons in my head got me feelin' brain dead
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| Need to find a bed lay down to let my mind tread
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| Always livin' in a dream 'cause this old life is too hard
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| I know this isn’t healthy but this bourbon heals my scars
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| Or maybe it’s a cover up and a blanket for this cold soul
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| Livin' in reality like life without parole
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| I don’t wanna keep livin' like this
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| 'Cause I can’t taste reality so I just reminisce about the good times
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| I’m sittin' countin' memories in a motel
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| Watchin' the time just slip away
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| Tryna drink away my reality (Shots, shots, shots)
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| Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don’t tell
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| But it ain’t got too much to say
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| So I’m stuck right here in my reality
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| Tryna tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| Get back up, load my truck
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| Face my fears get out of this muck
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| Everybody’s got them problems gotta fight 'em so you don’t get stuck
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| I don’t need to drown, fuckin' clown put the bottle down
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| Bourbon brown, leave this town
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| Time to turn my life around
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| Pull away from that light I just wanna feel alive
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| Man it just feels so right like the stars have aligned
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| It ain’t easy as one, two, three
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| Can’t you see this ain’t a dream
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| I just wanna be free
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| It’s all on me
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| I’m sittin countin' memories in a motel
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| Watchin' the time just slip away
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| Tryna drink away my reality (Shots, shots, shots)
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| Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don’t tell
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| But it ain’t got too much to say
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| So I’m stuck right here in my reality
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| Tryna tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| Somewhere 'tween the floor and the ceiling fan
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| Is a world tipped upside down
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| Spinnin' in the cigarette smoke
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| Somewhere 'tween the old and the better man
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| Is a heart turned inside out
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| Achin' for the pain to go
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| I’m countin' memories
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| And wash 'em all away one shot at a time
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| Eh-eh
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| I’m sittin countin' memories in a motel
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| Watchin' the time just slip away
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| Tryna drink away my reality (Shots, shots, shots)
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| Tell my troubles to the bottle 'cause it don’t tell
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| But it ain’t got too much to say
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| So I’m stuck right here in my reality
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| Tryna tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| Oh man I tell it to the bottle (To the bottle, to the bottle)
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| Ahh, I just feel like, um
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| Somewhere between the ceiling fan and the floor
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| Drinkin' down that old bourbon brown
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| Talkin' to the bottle |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tell It to the Bottle , by - outlaw. Song from the album Backwoods Badass, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп