| It ain’t hard to tell
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| But it’s difficult to say
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| The things you think about
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| That’ll make you stay awake
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| I’m almost at the bottom of this bottle and it’s late
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| I’m almost at the bottom of this bottle and it’s late
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| It ain’t hard to tell
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| But it’s difficult to say
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| The things you think about
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| That’ll make you stay awake
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| I’m almost at the bottom of this bottle and it’s late
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| I’m almost at the bottom of this bottle and it’s yeah
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| For you to doubt me is foolish
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| You see that mountain? |
| I move it
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| I look inside of myself
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| That’s where the fountain of truth is
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| I got a problem, I’ll fix it
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| Drown it in purple liquid
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| I know it’s stupid
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| But I ain’t the sharpest knife in the kitchen
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| Never mind these kisses and hugs
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| Ain’t none of these bitches I trust
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| You get an addiction to fame
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| One day you never wake up
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| I put them pills down the drain
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| And there’s no way you can stop it
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| You stand in front of my train
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| It’s gotta kill you to watch it
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| I’m from the bottom but
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| You could never tell the way I flaunt it bruh
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| Every day my birthday and every night is Hanukah
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| Looking all tan and shit
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| Blowing the finest cannabis
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| This life that I’m living
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| Like a grown man’s camping trip
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| Garage full of whips, manifest destiny
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| I felt the energy shift soon as they started testing me
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| Now I’ve got the recipe I’m killing the chef
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| I’mma do it 'til my death or I’m the last one left
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| We leaving nothing up to chance
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| Nah we don’t trust the lotto
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| We hustle 'til we growing avocados in the grotto
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| Got a car full of women
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| You got models that you follow on the internet
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| Thinking they in love but they not uh
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| I ain’t trying to expose or exploit ya
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| But you don’t want it with your boy brah
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| The Porsche, the, The Orchard in Georgia
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| Crib in New York and southern California
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| She curved like a mountain range
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| So I’m exploring her
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| Playing the field, love to lay on the beach too
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| Crib so big look like Machu Picchu
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| Yes, you get tired walking up the front steps
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| I used to think crushing it was leasing a Lex
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| But now I got a little bitty piece of success
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| I’mma do it 'til my death or I’m the last one left
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| What’s up? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bottom of the Bottle, artist - RYU. Album song Tanks for the Memories, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп