bottles to the ground One more round then it's bottle to the ground One more round then it's bottle to the ground One more round then it's bottle to
Kick back watch it crumble See the drowning, watch the fall I feel just terrible about it That's sarcasm, let it burn Gonna make a toast when it falls
I will never feel the ribbon break I will never taste sweet victory I don't want to leave the rest behind I don't want inscription on a plaque Never
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's bottles to the ground Smashing of the glass an perfect imperfect sound We gotta pay the piper when the rats are gone Owowowowowowow bottles to the ground
s bottles to the ground Smashing of the glass an perfect imperfect sound We gotta pay the piper when the rats are gone Owowowowowowow bottles to the ground
We like to drink and we like to party The VCB always gets a bit naughty With the guiness in our hands and the buddah in our pants We're gonna have a
many girls all over the world, all over the world, all over the world Tell the waitress, I need another round You hear the bass line coming through the ground
niggaz Them big dudes across the street She say, "Yeah, they from over on Mayfair" Bullets from out of nowhere, told her to stay there and duck down I hit the ground
Well, it's midnight, damn right, we're wound up too tight I've got a fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me Oh, that shit makes me bat-shit crazy
goddamn Kicking bitches out the condo like Pam Getting money everyday, I'ma groundhog 'Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball I walk light so I don't piss the ground
can show you vouchers I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour Married to the game but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
Ducking out my window double story from the ground from my hammock down my tree and into Melbourne town now first stop hit Kanelata to Tedesco land to
outer waking up alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds had soaked the papers He'd been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground
'neath the ground Don't murder me, I beg of you Don't murder me, please, don't murder me I sat down to my supper It was a bottle of red whisky I said