Lyrics:
Lessons from Mr. Feeny
While the devil is conflicting me
Mischievous bafoonery
Followed by Clownish activity
Some how this bottle
Has me partaking in this
don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
Where would I go?
If I don't know where I'm coming from
vintage bottle rocket collection? Yes Dear.
Well good luck cause we need a turkey this year. Yes Dear.
Where's the Turkey?
Where's the Turkey?
Where's
a fuck, I'm like, "So what?"
I might drink me a bottle of 'sado and throw up
You drinkin' Moscato, you wanna be sober
Like I went to the crib, I'm
the bitches at the club and the bottles on us
That's what everybody say, oh yeah
We gon' turn up, niggas know
Bitch I'm tryna get paid
Think about it every
and I own my own shit
I got a bottle of cologne that costs more than your rent
And I came from cement, we the hardest of the hardest
And by now you
a baby
Sipping this liquor it got me lazy
Got me lazy
I hold the bottle just like a baby
Dont think nobody aint finna save me
Follow the bottle to where
Tap the Bottle
Tap the Bottle
Tap the Bottle
Tap the Bottle
Tap the Bottle
Tap the Bottle
I'm Off the Liquor, I'm Blacking Out Till Tomorrow
Tap
than a harpoon
Hardened like I'm on dune
Like Paul Muadib no god emperor
Sipping holy water cuz I got it from the spring
Yeah that's straight from
where I write it all out till the blood's drained from my pen
And I've got a stake in it like it was a vampire
Burning up like a campfire
I'm still riding
where you from
I'm from that ATL hoe
Who gives a fuck where you from
I'm from that DC Bitch
Who gives a fuck where you from
I'm from That Clevland Hoe
Who
fuck bitches by the group I get money by the pound
French Montana on these niggas ch-ch-ch-ch-chop 'em down
Every time I'm in the club these niggas is
Cries for help in my zone I'm so selfish
Popping bottles having dreams of living lavish
I'm in pain from my ways I'm an addict
For my futures sake I
clip wit rockets sweep em up or mop it
Run em out they socks then we put em on they pockets
Ain’t nobody fuckin wit me I’m the hottest out
For
tonight
When the rockets come out and sun drowns
See me get down in pounds and rounds
Come around and come catch hands
Let's fuckin dance I'm livin lit
Excuse me sir
Where the gasoline
My car it's a little low
And i'm a long way from home
Please accept this plastic card
I left all my cash at home
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
to sleep 'cause we too obsessed
With the high life
And we gon' blast off like a rocket when the time's right
Ayy, when the time right
And your style is
the competition
On a mission driven by winning
That means I gotta be kickin people out their position
Go from 0 to 100 like damn we switchin
Now sit and listen
ballers at
Big bottles poppin’ in the club
Where my ballers at
What you bought her
What it cost
She want some money
Heard I’m a boss
She think I’m funny
I
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
a straight-jacket and lock it
I'm fueled like a rocket, the topic of conversation
Is I'm a little +Insane in the Brain+, and I can spark it
Like a suicide bomber,
count it
Grew up in the hood where the bodies got the chalk around it
Roaches crawling in the sink cuz ain’t no caulk around it
Pocket rocket to rob
at a house party sippin on a bottle
Her dress has got a nice fit I'm locked like a vise grip
She's the type I'd like to spend the rest of my life with
I
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