Lyrics:
Dust On The Bottle

Translation: David. Dust On The Bottle.

orphanage, we take everyone in Doing lines of dust and sweat Off last night's stage, just to feel like you And it's kind of funny The way we're wearing anchors on

under the moon My love is a room of broken bottles and tangled webs The miser's wind their minds like Clocks that grind their gears on and on And if

your female's phone But you really startin' to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin' to get our E-mail on

heavy on my mind} Let's get them dollars, let's get this money I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind I got my finger on the trigga, stayin' on

the dust, anybody, Tech when I'm standin' up Tech is hostile, he's awful He really be wicked when he off in the bottle You wit' it, you dig it, you never

bound to put it on in an instant, wow, man What an ensemble, what an assortment of pharmaceuticals This beautiful pill dust in my palm Cuticles get residue just from touching the bottle

probably all depends On if I keep on killin' my girlfriends 'Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand and a bottle of pain

in the hills, chill like Flint Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pimp An' I'm a Kid Rock it up an' down your block With a bottle of scotch an' watch