Blue Scholars - La Botella lyrics
[Blue Scholars - La Botella lyrics]
I break bread over break beats
We make ends meet
With paychecks that only seem
To last the week i'll take half the blame
For not saving enough instead of investing
Digesting escape inside of a cup
My brother with the Asian flush
Painted on his grills
See another sucker punch him over old girl
Somebody's in the comfort room
Eating with old Earl
Hurling chunks of dinner in the
Middle of the swirl
That's the price you pay to
Kick it with the liquor
To act a fool, talk shit
And blame it on our lack of inhibition
I'm drinking my last glass of
Spirit's for a minute
The battle with the bottle and
The bottle is winning so liquor please
Strategically abuses the weapon
And used by the natives making
Way for the settlement
Arrested the development of
Working class citizens
Capacity to fight back is limited
And frustrated men take it out upon
Their wife and little children
Seen it first hand in the
Building that we lived in
And chances is the kids will grow
Up to drink the pain away
Some will walk away from it all and be ok
But some will fall hard in
A mad different way
In a future on the block in
The middle of the day
With a tall can wrapped in a brown paper bag
It's a tragic ass story ya'll
It's the bottle
It's the bottle, the bottle, the bottle
The bottle lord forgive me
The Hennessy got me not knowing how to act
We grown folks
Some of us graduated from college
Still unemployed and still ballin'
On a budget pitching in a couple dollars for
A gallon of some Rossi
Fuck a bartender, that shit is going to cost
G
And that's the routine almost every other day
Ain't trying to see my comrades
Buried in a grave
So why it got to be so hard
To take your car keys away?
And why my man wake up in
His car the next day?
I kill a pack of Newports in one night
Intoxicated gun fight outside of the club
Delayed reaction might lead to
Your accidental assassination
No time for hesitation or waiting
I'm making an amendment to
My rules and regulations
To suckle on the hard A
The boones, the booze, inebriation
It's the same way the rapists made them
Drink so they can take it
It's how the colonizer fucked the
Natives for their paper
And made the free slaves
Wear invisible shackles
You ain't invincible, you're
Just belligerent, asshole
Calm the fuck down before you
Catch a beat down the next round is on me
I'll put some rocks in you're crown
Get acquainted with the street
Taste the asphalt and see this
Shit it ain't sweet, got laced with the beat
That remind me of the solitary
Trip to the bar hear we are
It's just me and the bottle y'all
The bottle, the bottle, the bottle
The bottle, the bottle, the bottle
Lord forgive me
The Hennessy got me not knowing how to act
And another one, and another
One, and another one, and another one
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Alcohol is all the lot of us had
Instead of taking vacations we'd escape
Without leaving the ave
Alcohol is all the lot of us had
Instead of taking vacations we'd escape
Without leaving the ave
We make ends meet
With paychecks that only seem
To last the week i'll take half the blame
For not saving enough instead of investing
Digesting escape inside of a cup
My brother with the Asian flush
Painted on his grills
See another sucker punch him over old girl
Somebody's in the comfort room
Eating with old Earl
Hurling chunks of dinner in the
Middle of the swirl
That's the price you pay to
Kick it with the liquor
To act a fool, talk shit
And blame it on our lack of inhibition
I'm drinking my last glass of
Spirit's for a minute
The battle with the bottle and
The bottle is winning so liquor please
Strategically abuses the weapon
And used by the natives making
Way for the settlement
Arrested the development of
Working class citizens
Capacity to fight back is limited
And frustrated men take it out upon
Their wife and little children
Seen it first hand in the
Building that we lived in
And chances is the kids will grow
Up to drink the pain away
Some will walk away from it all and be ok
But some will fall hard in
A mad different way
In a future on the block in
The middle of the day
With a tall can wrapped in a brown paper bag
It's a tragic ass story ya'll
It's the bottle
It's the bottle, the bottle, the bottle
The bottle lord forgive me
The Hennessy got me not knowing how to act
We grown folks
Some of us graduated from college
Still unemployed and still ballin'
On a budget pitching in a couple dollars for
A gallon of some Rossi
Fuck a bartender, that shit is going to cost
G
And that's the routine almost every other day
Ain't trying to see my comrades
Buried in a grave
So why it got to be so hard
To take your car keys away?
And why my man wake up in
His car the next day?
I kill a pack of Newports in one night
Intoxicated gun fight outside of the club
Delayed reaction might lead to
Your accidental assassination
No time for hesitation or waiting
I'm making an amendment to
My rules and regulations
To suckle on the hard A
The boones, the booze, inebriation
It's the same way the rapists made them
Drink so they can take it
It's how the colonizer fucked the
Natives for their paper
And made the free slaves
Wear invisible shackles
You ain't invincible, you're
Just belligerent, asshole
Calm the fuck down before you
Catch a beat down the next round is on me
I'll put some rocks in you're crown
Get acquainted with the street
Taste the asphalt and see this
Shit it ain't sweet, got laced with the beat
That remind me of the solitary
Trip to the bar hear we are
It's just me and the bottle y'all
The bottle, the bottle, the bottle
The bottle, the bottle, the bottle
Lord forgive me
The Hennessy got me not knowing how to act
And another one, and another
One, and another one, and another one
I'm fallin' and I can't turn back
Alcohol is all the lot of us had
Instead of taking vacations we'd escape
Without leaving the ave
Alcohol is all the lot of us had
Instead of taking vacations we'd escape
Without leaving the ave