Lyrics:
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Message in a bottle
Learning from what I'm preaching
I'm feeling like Aristotle
Tryna be a role model
Working so many hours
I'm pushing down
I keep on drinking alone in hopes I swim to the bottom
And find that hidden message floating around in the bottle
While my hair will turn grey,
I'll set a record, for biggest mistake
Drab green anguish, still permeates
Bottles continue, to flow down my throat
I'll find the message, if they
A message in a bottle says our love is full throttle, let's call it fate
We're right where we belong, and a love this strong doesn't discriminate
BRIDGE
Each
environment
Mob watch the snakes shake some ass
Bottom of the bottle I'm just sending out a message
Ya been up so you don't believe in white privilege
I
steam him like a sauna
Get him in his matta, that's bad karma
Get some fucking commas
Send him to nirvana, message in a bottle
If you don't follow
Just
slides or in my loafers
Never do haram but still get pressed on by the porkers
Ask Bola G or Timmy we pop bottles out where Cork is
Do it with the Cork
Make it stretch gymnastics
Flip like acrobatics
You know I got that work
And the joog automatic
All I know is get it
Then I put it in the mattress
Im
college
Yeah I see you young nigga
Big things popping my nigga
Wooo
My nigga Chris
Man where the bottles
Where the bitches
I mean not where the bitches
me down (gotta hold me down)
Girl hold me down 'til I'm back in your town (ay)
'Cause when I'm around I put smile to your frown (ay)
Took your dog
Lucian, that rap
Would you still be my man
And pass your bottle to my hand
Would I be in the rain
While you pass me in the Land
Oh, you think by now
save him then
R.I.P., pour a little Henny out the bottle then
Keep their cups filled in the afterlife, ain't forgotten them
Never stop thinkin' about
again
By the way, if you see this, message me "Mystery Gift bread"
I'll send you one of my unreleased new songs!
From the up coming tape
My new west
Tell me baby, can you feel my sorrows
Walk a mile in shoes you could never borrow
Shit, a bright present beats no tomorrow
Fueled by women that you
We need doctors, we need faith
Cheat code
I'm the key to the safe
Wolf in sheep clothes
That's the police all day
G code I abide by that
Mind
I ain't got no service in the hills, I cant call you back
I'm the greatest, I'm the goat, one day you gone call me that
Fighting from the front line
how to club
Detroit know how to club
Roll up
in the club
With the models
live your life pro we gon need our bottles
right now
we gon make a toast
that my times not enough
You will go lookin' for more
If so (if so)
If so (if so)
If so, let me go
If so (if so)
If so, let me go
No message in
on the subtleties
And the messages I send
I don't hang at Hollywood
But they tell me it'd be
Beneficial and I should (yeah)
What you on? I'm on a lot
In the morning
Uh
Give a fuck if your pockets low, we been living lowkey
Wonder how we was poppin' bottles
This far below the poverty line
Won't no avocados
full bottle of warm Moscato wine
Turns on Jimmy Kimmel Live checks for a message again
Sometimes he doesn't call to tell her he went out with his friends
part-time, in the summer rain
Like Carl Tom
And it passes by, like Pharcyde
And I ain't get the spot, and I ain't the job
Man you know why...
Cuz I just fail
can’t make a mill in that bitch
Pop a bottle this a different type of celebration
Thanking god and I can tell my momma that we made it
If they writing
Little white tan lines where her bikini runs
She puts messages in bottles and sends them out to sea
Looking for her true love, thats how she got to me
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