Bottom of the Barrel

I’m the life of the party
And I wasn’t even invited
All your friends think I’m crazy and that’s the way I like it
I’m on drugs you’re like of course he is can somebody tell me where my forty is
I’d offer you some but I ain’t courteous
I ain’t courteous, I ain’t courteous
You see I’m living in the 6 where the spoiled live
Rock Bottom never looked so gorgeous
Fuck the game, I’m chasing euphorias
And a blogger chick.
Oh geez
Look at how different the world can be when you drink OE
Hoe please
Don’t act like you don’t wan' make out with me still when my nose bleed
Coke keys
Trapped in the back of that bathroom bad habits and no sleep
You know me
I’m the life of the party
From the bottom of a barrel
From the Bottom of a barrel
See I’m from the city of drinking young & sipping 10.1 forties up with the
homies
Scrape up whatever little pocket change that you got and I’ll put in a dollar
lets go get loaded
Won’t a lesson I guess I’m just a hellion MTLien meddling with the low life
Better be wearing em baggy jeans & em patches, leather jackets, punk rockers
now here we go like
«Oh my god, yo he’s so bohemian»
The chicks love a good ol' broke comedian
She’s so material
I’m on bootleg everything, roll and we be in
Smokin loud, I can’t hope to hear a thing
And the world is a dive bar
And we all hate pop stars
Girl I’ma show you how to mosh hard
From the bottom of a barrel
From the Bottom of a barrel
So put your drink down
Take your shoes off
I got you all
All to myself
And if I was
A wiser man
I’d share with you
The master plan
But I’m just a broke city kid
Who learned to fly with wings made of rags
I’m a bag in the wind blowing round
I don’t give a fuck where I land
From the bottom of a barrel
From the Bottom of a barrel