"Bottom Of The Bottle" lyrics

I'm at the bottom of the bottle again
Tipsy on Tuesday, it's 2 AM
Light another Marlboro, damn I broke my phone bro
Can't call a Uber, how I'm supposed to get home? Damn
I done did it again, ay

Let's get it straight, never been a fake
If you got a problem bubba say it to my face
I'll stay in my lane, love the music fuck the fame
The places I been you ain't been, we ain't the same
This shit is crazy

I'm at the bottom of the bottle again
Two bottles of whiskey, I'm three sheets to the wind
Lighting up, I can't face, tryna numb the pain
Fuck fake friends, who needs 'em anyway? Ay
I'm at the bottom of the bottle again
I'm at the bottom of the bottle again

Eyes red, still ain't been to sleep
Dancing with my demons yeah we playing hide and seek
Riding down them back roads, windows down blowing smoke
I'm on a rebound, texting every girl I know
Time to hit the town, get lost not found
Drink twenty-something beers, I lost count
At the local dive bar, yeah I'm on a bar crawl
Last call, ain't over, got the alcohol
Sun's up, ain't turning down
Tequila sunrise, let's go another round yeah

I'm at the bottom of the bottle again
Two bottles of whiskey, I'm three sheets to the wind
Lighting up, I can't face, tryna numb the pain
Fuck fake friends, who needs 'em anyway? Ay
I'm at the bottom of the bottle again
I'm at the bottom of the bottle again