Kid Rated R - Empty Bottles lyrics

[Intro] Aright now, come on, lets go, you ready to get down Here we go [Chorus: Rebecca Nobel, Stephanie Salcedo & Jameelah Taylor] Thoughts in my mind, clouds in my sky raining Down, but it's dry, growin' inside, waitin' Pa**in' the time, lost, what am I chasin' Empty bottles, filled up ashtrays Thoughts in my mind, clouds in my sky raining Down, but it's dry, growin' inside, waitin' Pa**in' the time, lost, what am I chasin' Empty bottles, filled up ashtrays [Verse] Life in front of the cameras, the moments that it gets I'm breathing through this mic you can sort through every breath What's more important to you, sanity or success Pick two and get confused by the man that it reflects In the mirror, when you starin', you get filled up with regrets They say life is what you make it ain't no rest until the d**h Since this bar is my seventh, (look), consider this the stretch Driving lines over home, mitts up, can you catch What I'm throwin', that's my baseball talk, is it too deep A lot of thoughts, but you too scared to speak A bunch of chickens in the coop, that's two seats Though there can only be one, I am too me On a roll, Tootsie, no candy I'm on that Bronx Tale, now yous can't leave Living Single, that's my catch theme Cause I'm getting Overton, I'm Maxine Get it, I put my life on bars From the heart, I'm always on point like on guard And I just wanna rock the clubs like on par Bright lights and boxed in this life's like a cop car With no OnStar, street credit on charge Another ride in the Van, Damme, Jean-Claude Man, and if that there ain't real enough This bottle's getting empty, this ashtray's filling up [Chorus] [Verse] The way I'm livin's, no good for my liver The cards I was givin', but I don't really give a Focus all blurry and it's probably from this liquor I should probably give it up, but I ain't much of a quitter Runnin' through another six pack, no sit ups Never breakdown unless it's over plates for a swisher Keep it lit up, though I'm draped, like the shape, of a scissor That's sharp, what I think, it could paint you a picture Me rollin', dodgin' pot holes and Never been the lucky one, no pot of gold and Unlimited bars, but my mind just keeps roamin' Tryna' reach my goals, now I'm yellow brick roadin' Tigers and bears, oh my, we are targets The scarecrows, the brainless, they think they the smartest Most lions are lyin', they'll never start it But watch for the tin men, they greasy, they heartless A bunch of wild boys that'll never man up Put your arms down, and your hands up Guess it ain't relative, til' it's one of your relatives Parents put your foot down before somebody gives em' six Listen young chicks, these older dudes, they build you up They buy you drinks, they fill you up, before you know, you bellied up They leave you, your seed too, no daddy that will raise them up This bottle's gettin' empty, this ashtray's fillin' up [Chorus] [Outro] This has been a glimpse of today's forecast The highs and the lows From a bright, clouded mind And now, for our regular scheduled program