Lyrics:
Whoa
Yeah
Ooo
Bottles galore
Cash on the floor
I been away
You want some company
You need some time
I need some space
Hop on a rocket
Racks in my
night when TEST STAND #1 and THE ROCKET SLED ITSELF... (We have ignition!)... got LUNCHED! I said LUNCHED! (Lunched!) By a FAMOUS MOUNTAIN-IN and his
a bottle of wine.
We drank one bottle of wine,
and we all had a very good time,
talked of love and of life, and of reason and rhyme,
drinking one bottle
prerogative home
She too far gone, provactive as Sharon Stone
I'm feeling crucified by the very nails I
Made and drove into myself, passed to the next guy
some bs finessing I mean it
So don't give me no help then later throw it back in my face
The last time I tried to defend myself I actually got raped
I
some bs finessing I mean it
So don't give me no help then later throw it back in my face
The last time I tried to defend myself I actually got raped
I
time I headlined
They begged for me
Last time I had no whip I bought 3
Now it's gold bottles flooded to the feet
Roc Boy
Ciroc Boy
Now in Ramada Boy
By
it
We suiting up
Ride the rocket
You never know you might love it
The time has come
Get right on it
We suiting up
Ride the rocket
You never know you
the map but they'll get there soon
With a quart o' liquor, they're gonna pocket the moon
They been down this road before
Last time they lost the cork
They
Shit be like
Bro your flow so out of pocket
Rocket blasting off
Infinite the catalog
Beats just keep slapping on
Breeze rolling
Can't freeze moments
Illuminated by colorful lights
It's the Holidays, so I think I might
Might forego the celebrations this time
Because the last year just wasn't mine
And to me
Midnight marks another year gone by
Hear the bottle rockets scream across the sky
Everybody's on an Auld Lang high
Like there's never been a night
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high, as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much, I miss my wife
99 bottles of beer on the wall
By the end of the night I'm a drink em all
Counting the clock
The clock keeps ticking
That 9 to 5 i gotta fucking
appreciation day, which should be especially interesting to the aforementioned sister Since the last time I saw her
I gave her one of your mutual grandfather's
packed
It's almost time
It's almost time
It's almost time
Moon Commander
In that rocket
In his moonsuit
Boutta load up on my last bag
Generational wealth
the 'frigerator
A message in a bottle
A tool to be cool
Cool cool cool
Cool cool cool
Now you know that outer space
Is a very frigid place
There's nothing
Huh-huh-huh, my luck she is running very good!
I got a bunch of bananas and a bottle of gin
They keep the hunger out and the happiness in
I got
She packed my bags last night, preflight
Was zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
High as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I miss
She packed my bags last night, pre-flight
Was zero hour, nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high
High as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much
I
We came to rock it all night
We came to rock it left to right
If you wanna rocket, let's take a flight
We gonna rocket baby... Baby!
It's about
my empty sky with colors
Dreams like this ain't made for popping
Don't let us blow up like a bottle rocket, no
I came down here with very little
what we both need
No commitments, very low-key
I want you and you want me
So lets be what we both need
I know the good times still run through your mind
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