Rock bottom And you're there to stay Girl, you know you oughta treat me good Girl, you hit rock bottom Yeah, you never treat me like you should I can't wait a day I don't care what you say Oh yeah, you got to pay When you hit rock bottom

Yea, yea, yea Wham, bam, oh Amsterdam Stone you like nothin' else can Hot damn, roll an Amsterdam If she can't, then no one else can Looking good through the window Shinin' red and blue light A little thick in the bottom But still lookin' alright, yeah

Oh baby, you can find me. In the back of a jacked up tailgate. Sittin' 'round watchin' all these pretty things. And I'll find peace. At the bottom of a real tall cold drink. Chillin' with some Skynyrd and some old Hank. Let's get this thing started. It's

I'm spinning, I'm spinning, I'm spinning you up Just hide, oh! You know that you're the one, that's terrified, oh! La, la, la, la, la There's a bottom to the top of the moment You won't always be around Catch a nigga coming quickly behind ya People want

These songs of freedom Redemption songs 'Cause all I ever had Old pirates, yes, they rob I Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look? Some say it's just a part of it

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a past but you can never go

Can't touch the bottom Oh oh the bottom In too deep She doesn't like the view On the edge He just ain't nothin' But he's got a great view A windowsill

I'm in too deep Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh Can't touch the bottom with my feet Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living I heard your siren's call, it was beautiful I am drowning, God, please don't save me Used to be scared of the ocean 'Cause

They'll never listen Because their minds are made up And 'course it's all okay to carry on that way Not in the same way Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is

'Cause we keep on coming back for more Oh, we're on the right side of rock bottom And I hope that we keep falling We're on the good side of bad karma We're on the right side of rock bottom Into you, I just keep crawling You're the best kind of bad