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Just like that rocket Grandpa rode

Yeah, it was the rocket that Grandpa rode
Sounds like braggin' but it's true
I'm not tryin' to big-time you
Shot
is coming, so you better get on your knees
Today, bottle rockets are two for one but salvation's free

He said, "I quit my job at a big church where
but he gets into the cupboard
Picks out that bottle of gin
Drinks like there's no tomorrow
And decides to take a spin

No don't drive drunk
Don't
wipers slappin' time 
And bobby?s clappin? hands we finally 
Sang up every song that driver knew. 

Oh oh oh freedom's just another word 
For nothin
KIll the ones that speak from a different life 
Brewin other killer noise makin the sentiment...
Okay, welcome to the Kamikaze bottle rocket cockpit
A friend of mine gave me ten little bottles
Of some special stuff that he brewed up his-self
So I took it and hid it down in my basement
But my
I ride by, like a driver on a nigga
So fly, that his bitch might choose a nigga
Ask why, gives a fuck about that nigga
So high, we up on all you
minds we search for the cause
But when we reach our own brains we pause
I ignore my aggression
I can't seem to see
That driver is in you and me

Hid
into my home
You're like a bottle sent with a message
But you're sinkin' like a stone
If I had your name
I'd be changin' it by now

If I was
Well its the m i crooked letter coming around the south 
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old southern slouch 
Please, ain't nothin but
to duck
But half his face landed by me bloody fried as fuck
People shootin up like bottle rockets nothin can stop them
Your starin at the floor catchin all
Here I just blow a fuse
Nothin' I can do that'll change you 
I won't change my tune

Anywhere but here, anywhere but here
Rob a little money from
Feels something like summertime
Top down and nothin' but time
Radio's on and your by my side
Feels something like summertime

These days life
a double or eh)
Somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right? (I don't know)

Y'all pall me that bottle
And I'll sing you
a double or eh)
Somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right? (I don't know)

Y'all pall me that bottle
And I'll sing you
a double or eh)
Somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right, somebody will sing right? (I don't know)

Y'all pall me that bottle
And I'll sing you
pass us by
So we jumped right in and the driver grinned
And he dropped us up the road
We looked at the swim and we jumped right in
Not to mention
and stereo
Tail lights dissapear in bout a mile or so
Down a county road
Phone blowing up where you is
Baby sayin' baby, let's do this
Rocket in a bottle with
And it stoned me

Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So we jumped right in
say no man
Step up step up bottle broken
Think I'm jokin'

I've been told so many sagas
He brings the drama, six baby mamas
But uh ooh
I can't
WE GOT A MESSAGE FOR YOU DRIVER!

WE ARE TRYING TO STOP THIS GAME!


HEY WILL SOMEONE SHUT DOWN THIS GAME?

SOMEONE BUT WHY NOT YOU?

FLY OVER
to borrow
I only came to learn

Sometimes it did get lonely
But it taught me how to cry
And laughter came too easy
For life to pass me by

I never had
like goin' home
And it stoned me

Then the rain let up and the sun came up
And we were gettin' dry
Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by
So
dog better than his g
When he gets a big b-o-t-t-l-e
Oh he loves tha liquor
But look watch shorty get sicker
Year after year
While he's thinkin'
the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learnin' hard to live with losin' you 

You wonder if I'm better off
With freedom now to do the things I choose