You could say I'm feeling low
Day dreaming of dooms day scenarios
With bullshit on the radio
And holding empty bottles
So smoke em if you got em
A few rocks away from rock bottom
Lotta rolls from a Royce
Just a roll of a dice
Well
Shit that could change your life
Already got that Vegas smile like
Now that I'm a winner
It's the best time to be a sinner
My body wants to mutiny
My brain says "fucker you can't fire me, I quit"
Ah shit, I'm just trying to stay out of it
I'm passing through town
I could stay but I don't wanna stick around
Bullshit's now surround sound
Still holding empty bottles
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me
Feels like there's a trail of empty bottles always chasing me