Lyrics:
(Dolly Parton)
The snow was fallin' swiftly and it mounted on the street
Little footprints in the snow made by our children's feet
As I walked
On a warm summer's evening
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a-starin'
Out
Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by
past not knowing
How to cry
And selling my dad's Oxy
Just for money to get by
Running from the pain
And the fear
Of our bottle rocket
Teenage years
We
outside, bomb in the street
Gun in the hood, mob of police
Rock on the corner with a line for the fiend
And a bottle full of lean and a model
the rockets
I'm out in Houston
Where they do it
Just exactly how I need it
Cartier right by that Webster
Guess I'm paying for convenience
Catch me
up a railing high above the river. A goddamn beige curse. She couldn't imagine worse. She once was known for her art. Not anymore. His mom caught him
There's a few million angels movin' around me
I just worship thee, for all he's done for me
It's a new day, I have been born again
I've been born
the deepest lake
A volcano about to awake
I'll grab that bottle by the neck
And say my prayers...
and then I'll hurl that bottle
Down into the deep ravine
I'll
songs for Jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats
Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats
We can dive through the air like a flying trapeze
We can turn
still gets cock when the fine hoes jock
Still smoking Indo getting burned out
Still got the orange juice bottle full of gin 'bout to turn out
A show
the rain
Like a bottle rocket hit my brain
Like an injured player stuck in the game
Stockpiling boxes of pain
Nevermind what's the cause
The effect
This is what you give me to work with?
Well, honey, I've seen worse.
We're gonna turn this sow's ear
Into a silk purse.
We'll have you washed
frequent for his shenanigans
Now, Daddy and him twins in addiction
Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends
By liquefied demons
Had become what he
the bottle, damn
You ain't the one that got fucked up
What you holdin' it for?
Niggas always actin' unsensitive and shit
Nigga, that ain't no word
Nigga,
frequent for his shenanigans
Now, Daddy and him twins in addiction
Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends
By liquefied demons
Had become what he
I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee
Hope it ain't too many feelings involved
I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles
man.
I'm making my move, lettin' loose like a belt.
Little worse for wear, but I'm wearing it well.
Tell me what's wrong with a little grind and bump
your side
I'll be there
For better or worse, 'til death do us part
I'll love you with every beat of my heart
And I swear
Ooh
I'll give you
better turns to worse you will abide
That's the deal, if it were not for God's grace
I might be there in her place and she'd be right by my side
That's
the deepest
And how some old flames just don't fade with time
We were bottle rockets in a summer love
Shooting for the stars, we were blowing up
Moonlight
at the tinkling
Blinded by lovedust
What did I see?
A million, a billion, a trillion stars
A million, a billion star
I'm bad with faces
And worse
gone' put our hands up
We gone' turn this waaay up tonight
We gone' put our hands up
Cuz 2nite, we gone Rocket 2 the moon!
My hands so high
We gone' party
She's got her reasons, she's got her pride
Though she's beaten black and blue
One fine day she'll be walking outside
She'll turn to see what is
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