Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Deep13
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Muza
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bargholz
Producer
Beast Inside Beats
Producer
Lyrics
Bottom of the bottle, head in the clouds
Holding on a roach, ash in my mouth
Smoke in my throat, I'm blowing it out
Got it looking like I got a thousand ghosts in the house, ay
Bottom of the bottle, head in the clouds
Holding on a roach, ash in my mouth
Smoke in my throat, I'm blowing it out
Got it looking like I got a thousand ghosts in the house, ay
Bottom of the bottle, I wish I could go deeper
All black everything, looking like the reaper
Demons in the dark, but I'm a heavy sleeper
Talking is cheap, being quiet is cheaper
It's deeper than that, I get deep in the cat
I'm on the battlefield and wonder where my enemy at
They keep telling me I'm crazy, where the therapy at
I'mma blow up unexpectedly like battery packs, ay
I don't trust nobody, I don't-I can't trust nobody
If it ain't about the money, I don't give a fuck about it
I'mma catch a body if somebody got a problem with me
Believe me you don't want to meet the killer in me
I got a dark side that make me light one
I got a hard drive, and a python
You need a car ride? Then let's get right on it
On the floor, on all fours, I got five on it
And we gon' keep the lights on
Let me pull it to the side, um
So high I swear that ass got a smile on
I smile back at her crack like a crack addict
And we gon' keep the lights on
Let me pull it to the side, um
So high I swear that ass got a smile on
I smile back at her crack like a crack addict
Bottom of the bottle, head in the clouds
Holding on a roach, ash in my mouth
Smoke in my throat, I'm blowing it out
Got it looking like I got a thousand ghosts in the house, ay
Bottom of the bottle, head in the clouds
Holding on a roach, ash in my mouth
Smoke in my throat, I'm blowing it out
Got it looking like I got a thousand ghosts in the house, ay
I got an AK, and my brain's damaged
And you, you walk and talk it like you got a pain fetish
Everyday's payday, and my Bae's precious
I call her AJ, 'cause she ain't jealous
I got painkillers, and painbringers
New money, same fingers
Step back bitch, take pictures
I got her starstruck, I'm amazing her
And I'm praised by her, she's running late for church
That dick made her burp, I had a cake desert
She'd eat me out and slurped, and couldn't say a word
She either give me neck, or Im breaking hers
I mean her heart of course, I got the largest source
And different kind of sorts, to either smoke or snort
Or pop pills that will make you feel like (Uh)
Then you know what to do, ay
And we gon' keep the lights on
Let me pull it to the side, um
So high I swear that ass got a smile on
I smile back at her crack like a crack addict
And we gon' keep the lights on
Let me pull it to the side, um
So high I swear that ass got a smile on
I smile back at her crack like a crack addict
Bottom of the bottle, head in the clouds
Holding on a roach, ash in my mouth
Smoke in my throat, I'm blowing it out
Got it looking like I got a thousand ghosts in the house, ay
Bottom of the bottle, head in the clouds
Holding on a roach, ash in my mouth
Smoke in my throat, I'm blowing it out
Got it looking like I got a thousand ghosts in the house, ay
Written by: Nick Muza