Lyrics:
Brubeck
We come now, frantically searching for Thomas Moore, rainbow villages
Up on suddenly, Charlie Mingus and our man Abdul Malik
to add bass,
Tribulations and trials
But I made it through so it’s all good
These are better days
I just want you to know
I’ve been to the bottom of
The barrel of my pride
(Lotto)
Look at her bottom
Pineapple problems
My problems are sweeter than pineapple juice by the liter
(Pineapple, Pineapple, Pineapple)
All this bubbly I
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
got it by the mane
Cut up the man, then a pelt of human
I don't fuckin think your beliefs humane
Breeding more hate, so you need em' in cages
Meet em
Have you heard of devil at the bottom
Of the deepest darkest blue sea?
Have you heard that devil at the bottom
Wants to steal your heart?
Mile by mile
hold up
Yeah (yeah)
She love the way I'm doing it
So good she wont put my tattoo on it
Bottom line is, you the finest
Gave you a new name (whats that,
told myself I'd never lose again
Huh? Never lose again
Made it out the bottom, nigga
Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look
My whole
In the year 2525
If man is still alive
If woman can survive
They may find
In the year 3535
Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie
a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck
Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' butt
Some girls, they act retarded (man, I told you)
Some girls are 'bout it,
Uh uh
I was at rock bottom, my whole life was mo' problems
Reincarnation of a slave pickin' cotton
Stress beamin' down like the sun I felt rotten
soldier, (dont man say nooOoo)
Im a ghetto soldIER, (how white say nooOoo)
yes a ghetto soldier, (black man say nooOoo)
Got an S on my chest hahaha
you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacks me from his pill-box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
squeeze hammers, man
Bullets breeze by you, like Louisiana, man
But I gotta feed Tianna, man
So I move keys, you can call me the Piano Man
Rain, sleet,
with it
Black car, red bottoms, only mobster in it
It's like damn, bitch, niggaz lovin me now
Oh-nine Bonnie & Clyde doin it now - whoa
Murder
I was in a sleeping dream
When a policeman brought my mother home
By the window I didn't scream
I was too old for that
I was in a drunken dream
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
can't even imagine what your DM look like (woo, ooh)
I see the future, you what my BM look like (huh, ooh)
Say you got a man, that don't even look right
Because it's safe at the bottom, this lake
We know what you're gonna do when you get there
Sit down and listen
And it's a cold hearted fool
single I told her damn right
Yeah she got a man, but she single for the night
I'm single single single single single
She's single for the night
Single
on the bottom
Me on top
These days it's like a tomb
Amid in the stacks of gloom
Looking out the window
In the downstairs room
And the time goes by
And the time
Headtap, headtap, headtap
7220 (headtap, headtap, headtap)
I done started from the bottom (headtap, headtap, headtap)
That's where I went through
a little longer
Pull off your coat throw it in the corner
Don't see why you don't stay a little longer
You can't go home if you're going by the mill
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