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Bottles
6
Hip-Hop
Bottles was released on February 1, 2023 by StandPoint as a part of the album Brain Waves
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Release DateFebruary 1, 2023
LabelStandPoint
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM93

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Standpoint
Standpoint
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Adrian
James Adrian
Lyrics
Alfred Hernandez
Alfred Hernandez
Lyrics

Lyrics

Not long ago, whole world sunny and new. ‘Fore you
know it, fourteen going on twenty-two.
Funny, but true picture. Helicopter spotlights
back yard. Felons hopping the fence hide in
pitch black dark. Nobody asked me for passports
at the border. No backcourt violation. No bad sports-
manship. Tourists? Too concerned with a smoother tan.
Locals know water's been scarce since Hoover Dam.
Winters overcrowded. Summers are hot.
Some overcome. Others curl up under a rock
someplace out of their minds. Must be the pressure.
Compressing ‘em down to valuable diamonds.
Lest we forget. Let’s reassess problems
we address every just so often. If we all get
called out ‘stead of called on, we all drown in
this small pond of a Fall drought. It’s all wrong.
Bell tower hits. Twelve hour shift satur-
day night. Battery life felt powerless.
How do I fight the hell out of this mad house.
Fast route. No return back south crashed out
on dads' couch. Arizona fun; Coronas
washing somas down and cough ’em up in a coma.
Won't ever cease to astound me how we
even grew up down in Yuma County.
Too much counting. Drug raids. Thugs who
revere Pac at young age. Gothic tats spelling,
"Fear not.” Severe shock of killing signified in
a permanent tear drop. I pierced rock
bottom, then managed to jackhammer through earth
further than I thought possible. Even that didn’t work.
Lord knows. It rains; storm blows. Looks like
orange groves tonight dozing off in these torn clothes.
Messages in a bottle sent from the past tear apart by sharp
edges of glass shards. Smashed where they start.
No remedy the way it seems. So, I bring
meaning to memories like they were dreams
Back when it was 505.
Me and Silly Sal. Yea we living live. Bending
corners on the Ave. Blowing smoke as we bag. Watch
for the backstab. If I got, know we had.
Chilling at the slab. Memory’s all we have.
Life is gone in a flash. Framed in hearts so it lasts.
Speak your name, hold a mass. Forever stained. Life is crass.
Pour a little liquor for the ones that passed.
Barbecues mark the day. Case of 40s straight away.
Hit the spliff as we lift. Freestyle sessions. That’s the shit.
Have them dimes in and out. Run through ‘em without a doubt.
Young bucks on the scene. Watch ‘em bug out.
Cruise passed the curfew lights. Hoping not to lose sight.
Endless days, endless night. Thought we’re living right.
On that paper chase. Dodge the inside.
Some got caught up. Reality of our side.
Never slow. Living low. Rep out of control.
Using my name to get through the door.
Trips out of town. Got that work, he out of bounds.
Put hands on a fool trying to clown.
This was life. Was it right? Had to stumble, had to fight
to maintain through the pain, hoping to stay sane.
Got it’s way. No one to blame through the trials. No one unscathed.
Cant believe the preacher ‘bout them better days.
Hit the bong. We rolling strong in streets we’re staying on.
Tried to conquer; can’t divide. See the filth and the lie.
Ostracized. Can’t break my pride. Got the ties that bind
from days of a youth. Taught to question truth.
From playing tag in the street to toe tag. Eternal sleep.
What was the difference. I couldn’t see.
Kids with dreams turn into teens with schemes,
become adults with means reflecting on dreams.
Messages in a bottle sent from the past tear apart by sharp
edges of glass shards. Smashed where they start.
No remedy the way it seems. So, I bring
meaning to memories like they were dreams
Written by: Alfred Hernandez, James Adrian
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