Lyrics:
yourself
If you're livin' on the bottom line
All you've got to do is try
Chorus
You'll never get the break you want
Unless you get out there
played
Waitin' for the Alabama sun to go down
Two red dirt girls in a red dirt town
Me and Lillian
Just across the line and a little southeast
happy New Year
From there to here
Happy New Year, happy New Year
Happy New Year, happy New Year
When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top
hungry snatch the dishes out ya kitchen
I'll be wylin' til they pick me outta line-up...
We keep the nines tucked, chopped dimes up, rap about it
Wyle
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
that line to another world
Black Bottom Road
There's only one way in and one way out you know
Black Bottom Road
Well this black is cold and black is
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
Maximize; but you can take your bottom line and shove it
Gotta get away (gotta get away)
Gotta get away, but I need a little help tonight
What 'ya gonna
But if, Baby, I'm the bottom,
You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic
On the other hand, boy, you shine
And I can feel after every line
bottom line
But on that stage each night, were captured by the sound
Singing these songs we write, to a different town
'Cause there are people who believe
shows me that you care
Below the mason dixon line down there where the girls are fine
Sure know how to tree me you just make me feel so good
Southern
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
different, then I make the same mistakes, yeah, yeah
Put my exes in a line
They all call me crazy and by now they're probably right
No matter what I try,
fuckin' with me bottom line
Out of sight nigga out of mind
And my Patek runnin' out of time
Sell a lot of dope
Dodge a lot of cases
Stickin'
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
won't put my tattoo on it
Bottom line is, you the finest
Gave you a new name (what's that, what's that, what's that?)
My bitch
Hold up, hol' up, woah
right, gonna catch him quick.
Take him by surprise at the bottom of the crick.
He lives beneath a rock, underneath the shade.
I will have him made
Leandoer, Sadboys
Never
Sadboys
Ice droppin', red bottom sky
Intrigued by the moment, look like she know why
Ice droppin', red bottom sky
Ice
Said to me, Don't I know your name?
I muttered somethin' under my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When
Put my heart on the line just to watch it crumble
Beat against the walls but the cage won't rattle
I know that if I walk away, I'll be betrayed by
Stalled in the climb
Failing to find
The perfect line
Learn while you fall
By the bottom you know
How to take off
With perfect control
Lines that you
strong move slow
And I'm okay
If you're okay with wasting time
But when we trace
You always see the bottom line
We are tracing
I hope you know
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