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Jelly Roll - The Bottom - Official Music Video
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Lead Vocals
Jack R. Fowler
Jack R. Fowler
Guitar
Matthew Wallace
Matthew Wallace
Vocals
Robin Raynelle
Robin Raynelle
Vocals
Stuart Stapleton
Stuart Stapleton
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Deford
Jason Deford
Songwriter
Matthew Wallace
Matthew Wallace
Songwriter
Stuart Stapleton
Stuart Stapleton
Songwriter
Jack R. Fowler
Jack R. Fowler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Still Matthews
Still Matthews
Producer
Ben Cybulsky
Ben Cybulsky
Mixing Engineer
Tom Baker
Tom Baker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah-yeah-yeah Hmm Smoking and blowing and choking on reefer I swear to God that I feel like Khalifa There's so much smoke that I need me a breather This ain't sativa baby, this the sleeper Sip some tequila, pour off the diesel I'm at war with these demons, I need me some Jesus I scare at the steeple 'cause I'm a believer And I know some people that died from a needle High as the fucking sky Welcome to the other side This that cocaine lullaby How to pimp a butterfly Got partners that's fighting cases Partners that's tryna play me More partners that's acting shady But hide behind smiling faces This game is so cold and I put that on everything It's part of the show That's what they keep on telling me The people you know are the ones with jealousy But I gotta go This shit's out of control All my friends are losers All of us are users There is no excuses, the game is so ruthless The truth is the bottom is where we belong Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh The bottom is where we belong Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh The bottom is where we belong Now listen here, bubba If I say it I mean it If I tell you a donkey's finna shit ice cream You should grab a bucket and a spoon If I tell you a jackrabbit can pull a house You better get that little motherfucker a harness, you hear me Every time that I walk out the door Put one in the chamber and pray to the lord I found my peace, preparing for war Keep checking the rear-view, I'm so paranoid Come from the bottom where talk is cheap All of my partners are still in the streets Did this for Chizzle, may he rest in peace Came out the dirt like a pair of cleats Rose from the crack, straight out the bottom Police is watching, hot as a sauna Do all that talking, deal with the drama And end up with trauma, that's on my mama I'm with the bullshit, don't want no problems Why do the men always wanna gossip? But all the women always keep it solid Don't even bother, I won't even holler All my friends are losers All of us are users There is no excuses, the game is so ruthless The truth is the bottom is where we belong Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh The bottom is where we belong Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh The bottom is where we belong
Writer(s): Jack Fowler, Jason De Ford, Matthew Wallace, Stuart Stapleton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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