Come um um um um um, baby, bottoms up I'm singin', I'm dancin' most every night Let's do this bottle right I've been sitting here 'bout half the night Oh, mama, fill my cup up Said I came to waste some time I think I'm gonna jump up And I want to do that

You'll find another life to live I know that you'll get over it She's sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie, she said we

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

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

Singing from the garden Only the beginning I'm only getting started I don't mind the digging Baby, I'll work harder Singing from the bottom When you saw me out your window I've been washing dishes

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

You'll find another life to live That's true, that's right She's sipping Moet, and yeah I swear it gets her wetter My Louboutins new, so my bottoms they is redder No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar Just talked to your homie she said we should

(oh I) I never saw it coming You made yourself a bed at the bottom Of the blackest hole (blackest hole) And no (oh) how could you do it (no oh) I need an ending So why can't you stay Just long enough to explain No (oh) how could you do it

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

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