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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Yelawolf
Yelawolf
Canto
Malay Ho
Malay Ho
Programación
Malay
Malay
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Michael Atha
Michael Atha
Letrista
James Ho
James Ho
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Malay
Malay
Producción
Malay Ho
Malay Ho
Producción
Leland Elliott
Leland Elliott
Ingeniería de mezcla
Matthew Hayes
Matthew Hayes
Ingeniería de mezcla
Randy Warnken
Randy Warnken
Asistente de ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Verse 1]
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger, can I call you a friend?
My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
[Verse 2]
Brown bottle sits with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss
Eyes fixated with a familiar shape
Black label, white letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass
Two, three, four
[Verse 3]
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger, can I call you a friend?
My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
[Verse 4]
Count the cracks on the sidewalk
Pack the cigarette box in my left palm
Flame on the tip of a smoke
I don't know where the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still walk
Whole world mushed concrete, feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop flash
I'm a big fan, shot glass
Two, three, four
[Verse 5]
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger, can I call you a friend?
My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
[Verse 6]
Oh, what a life it's been
What about my life in there? What about the would and whens?
If, maybes, could-have-beens? You didn't know shit about me, man
You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then
Look at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk?
What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want?
Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottle
And then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role model
[Verse 7]
Hey Wolf, Wolf
Come on, man, it's time to go
[Verse 8]
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
Take a Tylenol, shake it off, yeah, oh
Wanna take another shot of Jack, but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off, yeah, oh
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
Take a Tylenol, shake it off, yeah, oh
Wanna take another shot of Jack, but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off, yeah
Oh-oh-oh
[Verse 9]
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger, can I call you a friend?
My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
[Verse 10]
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger, can I call you a friend?
My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Written by: Malay, Michael Atha
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