Texty:
Guardian Bottle Rocket

light When it's found Bottle bound I've got a bottle rocket I've got a bottle rocket I've got a bottle rocket Got a little light to testify No power

now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me, now the fantasies I have for women are unholy Success, thousand dollar bottles

towards the front door I rolls too God and walked right behind 'em So where ever they go it won't be hard to find 'em I keep a guard you now I thought

in my hole, but that didn't roll Like grassy knoll I shoot my mouth off take my top off on Get my rocks off on Prada knockoff I'm gone, I cop rock on

screaming (ugh.....) (I smell your underarms) Hanging at a party one night,all alone Sippin' on a bottle of Dom Perignon The crowd was on the floor,rocking

Bottom, here's the bottle I think I need a cup of a tea, because I'm novel (Come on bay-bay) Bust it I jus' wanna rock you All night long All (Come

double Unless you want trouble Oh, you realer now? I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile Crack the hen rock style, give me the

settle and then make it light Lookin' like rats, real swing when his bottles mail Spark off a kill, five hundred grams Pertainin' to the triple beam scale Solid as a rock

well like a pharmacy Fuck horado pablos plan growas bravo Goodfellas we know, best sellas become novels The man rockin head bands, silk scarves and jams Early 80's british rock