Текст Yelawolf – Empty Bottles
Текст:
Hook:
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
Hello stranger, can I call you a friend?
My friend, I’m going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss
Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
Black label, white letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that’s what I call a shot glass (2, 3, 4)
Hook
Count the cracks on the sidewalk
Pack the cigarette box in my left palm
Flame on the tip of a smoke
I don’t know where the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still walk
Whole world must try and concrete feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop flash
I’m a big fan, shot glass? (2, 3, 4)
Hook
Oh, what a life it’s been
What about my life in there? What about the would and whens?
If, maybes, could-have-beens? You didn’t know shit about me, man
Look at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk?
What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want?
Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottle
And then it’s bottoms-up, what a positive role model
Wake up in the morning feeling like I’m not awake at all, take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning feeling like I’m not awake at all, take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Hook x2
Альбом
Johnny Mathis – Love Story
