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empty bottles - kid rated r lyrics

[intro]
aright now, come on, lets go, you ready to get down
here we go

[chorus: rebecca n0bel, stephanie salcedo & jameelah taylor]
thoughts in my mind, clouds in my sky raining
down, but it’s dry, growin’ inside, waitin’
p-ssin’ the time, lost, what am i chasin’
empty bottles, filled up ashtrays
thoughts in my mind, clouds in my sky raining
down, but it’s dry, growin’ inside, waitin’
p-ssin’ the time, lost, what am i chasin’
empty bottles, filled up ashtrays

[verse]
life in front of the cameras, the moments that it gets
i’m breathing through this mic you can sort through every breath
what’s more important to you, sanity or success
pick two and get confused by the man that it reflects
in the mirror, when you starin’, you get filled up with regrets
they say life is what you make it ain’t no rest until the death
since this bar is my seventh, (look), consider this the stretch
driving lines over home, mitts up, can you catch
what i’m throwin’, that’s my baseball talk, is it too deep
a lot of thoughts, but you too scared to speak
a bunch of chickens in the coop, that’s two seats
though there can only be one, i am too me
on a roll, tootsie, no candy
i’m on that bronx tale, now yous can’t leave
living single, that’s my catch theme
cause i’m getting overton, i’m maxine
get it, i put my life on bars
from the heart, i’m always on point like on guard
and i just wanna rock the clubs like on par
bright lights and boxed in this life’s like a cop car
with no onstar, street credit on charge
another ride in the van, damme, jean-claude
man, and if that there ain’t real enough
this bottle’s getting empty, this ashtray’s filling up

[chorus]

[verse]
the way i’m livin’s, no good for my liver
the cards i was givin’, but i don’t really give a
focus all blurry and it’s probably from this liquor
i should probably give it up, but i ain’t much of a quitter
runnin’ through another six pack, no sit ups
never breakdown unless it’s over plates for a swisher
keep it lit up, though i’m draped, like the shape, of a scissor
that’s sharp, what i think, it could paint you a picture
me rollin’, dodgin’ pot holes and
never been the lucky one, no pot of gold and
unlimited bars, but my mind just keeps roamin’
tryna’ reach my goals, now i’m yellow brick roadin’
tigers and bears, oh my, we are targets
the scarecrows, the brainless, they think they the smartest
most lions are lyin’, they’ll never start it
but watch for the tin men, they greasy, they heartless
a bunch of wild boys that’ll never man up
put your arms down, and your hands up
guess it ain’t relative, til’ it’s one of your relatives
parents put your foot down before somebody gives em’ six
listen young chicks, these older dudes, they build you up
they buy you drinks, they fill you up, before you know, you bellied up
they leave you, your seed too, no daddy that will raise them up
this bottle’s gettin’ empty, this ashtray’s fillin’ up

[chorus]

[outro]
this has been a glimpse of today’s forecast
the highs and the lows
from a bright, clouded mind
and now, for our regular scheduled program

- kid rated r lyrics

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