Mac Lethal, Rick Whispers - Bottles lyrics

"Don't play with me cause
You're playing with fire"

Talk to me Judas talk to me
Judas talk to me Judas

I should've listened to the gall
And the opinions of y'all cause listen
Y'all is just a bunch of bricks in the wall
Holding up my imaginary palace
A pinch of salt to the open
Cuts and I'm deficient with flaws
I'm like a winter time grizzly bear
Itchin' for a fish or a puppy
Makin' prints with his paw
Or a hungry baby kitten with claws
Scratching up the couch wishin' you'd call
Stacking up the clouds in a sense just to
Climb myself to Abraham's bosom
I blossom like a fire colored rose
From the grey but it's crooked
I came and I took it away from the
Wooden faces to paint it I shouldn't
I should've shaken seven shades
Of Heaven's grays
Before they replicate the Section
8's in twos
Giving money to collection plates, confused
And then Iand I realize it
Tastes like tangerine skin
Hands on the clock couldn't hammer me in
Pick a side, suicide, homicide
Punch deep through your dragon shield
Fornicate with your fate and we
Split a wagon wheel so listen to the rhythm
When the trouble comes
Slither like a minister
Imprison the cumbersome
I know that's simply condescending
I'm Prozack sniffling
Gender and genre bending
And that's how the bullshit burns
Sittin' on the corner and I feel
Like I'm nothing but a germ
I gotta get a bottle of the fire my friend
I gotta bet a bottle of the fire my friend