Lightning

(الألبوم: Ghetto Cowboy - 2019)

Man look at this shit
I know, right? It's crazy
I wish the storm would just blow this motherfucker away
Why you say that?
Serious, man, I hate this fucking town
You know Bobby needs you at the job, right?
Man, fuck him
Fuck Bobby? I thought you liked Bobby
I'm getting the fuck out of here, man
Okay
Watch

Yeah, Tommy just got out of jail (Got out of jail? Got out of jail)
Two months he couldn't make bail (Couldn't make bail? Couldn't make bail)
Here we sit, whiskey bent, freestyling over cricket chirps
He would spit, then I went, loaded gun, death we flirt
Leave it up to the Baptist church, me and him are scum of the Earth
Feeling like two millionaires with a hundred dollar net worth
Topic of discussion is that they know nothing
They didn't find the other twenty pounds hid in the oven
What happened to me and you? We used to go to Sunday School
And we worked Monday 'til Friday, and sometimes Sunday, too
Five-hundred dollar check and that's no disrespect
But I'm a talent, God damn it, you watch, I'm telling you
We had it all mapped out, hip-hop 'til we crashed out
I drank 'til I couldn't walk straight, on the front porch where we passed out
Nothing but trouble, dealing with troubles over our sorrow
And the clouds followed, we was just like

Just like lightning in a bottle
Burning electric blue
Just like gunshots in the hollow
Echoing all night through
This is how we shed our problems
Under the southern moon
Just like lightning in a bottle
Burning electric blue (Yeah)

It's three o'clock in the morning, I got two packs of Parliament Lights and
A dime bag of that 'Bama brick, I just lay in the dark of the night on
The bed of my buddy's truck who got it from his papa back when
He died in a fire rescue and I never asked what happened
We listened to Charlie Daniels, Too $hort and Bob Seger
Sing along to "Night Moves", sipping on gas station margaritas
Gotta get a good buzz out here, man, nothing else to do but get high
Put bullet holes in beer cans and talk about how we gonna get by
Some say that dreaming's useless, full of pride and selfishness
Escaping that mental prison's like climbing the electric fence
And that's a risk, but a risk I'll take to better with
'Cause through Hell I've been, so success would be just self-defense
I took another swallow, can't share my dream with everybody
And besides, to the factory, I clock in tomorrow
And to my room, I wobble, but the vision I follow
A storm was brewing, we was just like

Just like lightning in a bottle
Burning electric blue
Just like gunshots in the hollow
Echoing all night through
This is how we shed our problems
Under the southern moon
Just like lightning in a bottle
Burning electric blue
Just like lightning in a bottle
Burning electric blue
Just like gunshots in the hollow
Echoing all night through
This is how we shed our problems
Under the southern moon
Just like lightning in a bottle
Burning electric blue

Lightning in a bottle
Burning electric blue
Lightning in a bottle
Burning electric blue
Lightning in a bottle
Burning electric blue