Topsongs van Yelawolf
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Yelawolf
Stimme und Gesang
Malay Ho
Programmierung
Malay
Programmierung
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael Atha
Songwriter:in
James Ho
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Malay
Produzent:in
Malay Ho
Produzent:in
Leland Elliott
Mischtechniker:in
Matthew Hayes
Mischtechniker:in
Randy Warnken
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Songteksten
[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