Bottles up

Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum.

Verse 1

Yeah, I'm sippin' on this cold one, mind racin' like a V8

Thoughts spillin' out my brain, can't keep 'em in a straight state

Foam on my upper lip like I got somethin' to say

Crack another can open, that's just how I operate

Quick with the word play, cold with the third phrase

Liver workin' overtime like it's pullin' double workdays

Hoppy, malty, crafty, call me the brew master

Each bottle tells a story, I'm just the narrator

Chorus

Bottles up, bottoms down, that's how we get around

Head spinnin', grinnin', world keeps on winnin'

Bottles up, bottoms down, that's how we get around

Truth spillin', chillin', these thoughts I'm distillin'

End