Lyrics:
I wanna need rehab, I wanna meet god
I wanna fall from grace so hard I know just what I lost
I wanna need rehab, I wanna meet god
I wanna fall from
Bottles poppin Bottles Poppin
Bottles poppin Bottles Poppin
Bottles poppin Bottles Poppin
Bottles poppin Bottles Poppin
He In love he in Love with
Bottles poppin Bottles Poppin
Bottles poppin Bottles Poppin
Bottles poppin Bottles Poppin
Bottles poppin Bottles Poppin
He In love he in Love with
believe in Peter Pan
And miracles, anything I can to get by
And fireflies
Now before I grew up I saw you on a cloud
And I could bless myself in your name
Rehab
By Arkarna
Come and have a drink with me
There's a place in Portobello where a man will talk to me
Here is a story of success
As he used
signed to rehab six feet underground
I'm still leaning on my bottle of cheap wine
And keep driving your orange car in my mind
A cruise around the small
these knuckleheads
[Chorus]
Pop bottles (pop bottles)
Shake hands (shake hands)
Recognize (recognize) I'm the man
I try to tell 'em but they won't
these knuckleheads
[Chorus]
Pop bottles (pop bottles)
Shake hands (shake hands)
Recognize (recognize) I'm the man
I try to tell 'em but they won't
street skills,
Through Chicago just to fuck with kells,
Yeah, money by the bail,
Mailman nash said ya better cuff ya girl,
I can change your life,
runnin' on the same ole track
Can't feel nothing but your life flyin' by
You got trouble on your hands, trouble on your mind
Bottom of the bottle sure
can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets
the monsoon flooded us, no rehab.
So close and still feeling damn cold.
In a city that I don’t know, flares are burning inside me,
and it hurts to pick up
Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead vocals by Dennis DeYoung
father
you're a sad old man
your tawdry vest is gray
memories
of a former man
are
took available out
Seven on the car seat
Six by the back street
Five on the concrete (How many bottles on the wall)
Four by the window
Three in
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no Lucky Charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My
home?
Red wine bottle, half the content's gone
Baby, tell me why the jacuzzi's turned on?
Can you fill me in? (Fill me in)
Can you fill me in?
Can
I woke up in bed last night when something came upon me
I was not lying by myself but I've never felt so lonely
Something's come between us, girl,
17 years with a wedding ring
The saddest damn story you ever seen
2 little kids and a good hearted man
Trying to save her if they can
I tried
think they might settle for a bottle of wine
Well those two over there right there by the jukebox
Yours don't look back hoss but just look at mine
That
Get some more bottles
Let them get some more bottles
Let them get some more bottles
Get some get some more bottles
Let them get some more bottles
Well I'm goin' to rehab, goin' to rehab
Gonna rehabilitate myself by drinkin' a bottle
'Til I can't see at all my problems
Fiending for a copacetic
with a handshake
You know I can't change, as I began sayin'
You cut me wide open like landscape
Open bottles of beer but never champagne
To applaud
forgiving
We've become so distant
What's the point in living
If life is so consistent
Consistently bad, ly bad, ly bad
I need rehab, rehab, rehab
I can
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