Nightmares Of The Bottom (Explicit)

Nightmares Of The Bottom (Explicit) - Lil Wayne (李爾·韋恩)

Lyrics by：D. Carter/B Vaughn/M. Jordan/J. Preyan

Composed by：D. Carter/B Vaughn/M. Jordan/J. Preyan

Sleepin' at the top nightmares of the bottom

Everybody wanna be fly till you swat 'em

But who am I to talk I ain't s**ttin' roses

We in the same picture but we all got different poses

Now I'm looking in my rear view I see the world in it

I try to slow down and I get rear ended

Pause like a red light I'm dead right

Highway to heaven god do you see my headlights

They say you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it

Well call me clueless cause I do this

Attention all shooters I'm a shooting star

Life is a course and I'mma shoot for par

I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow

And I put that s**t right back like I'll see what I find tomorrow

Young money cmr I'm blood like a scar

I'm weezy F baby and the F ain't for flaw

Yeah yeah yep yep

It's like I have it all

But I don't have to worry

Married to the money a true love story

Only god can judge me I don't need a jury

Nothing standing in my way like nothing's my security

Back to my journey that b******t don't concern me

If I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney

IF you sleeping on me than I hope you toss and turning

I'm so cold I'm hypothermic ask yo b***h she will confirm it

Yeah

Now what we doing with it

You keep opening ya grill I'm barbequeing with it

I know my s**t already tight so I ain't screwing with it

Some say this s**t is a joke well I hope they get it

Ok I'm walking on needles sticking to the point

Yeah the streets is talking I'm familiar with the voice

I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser

And don't call me sir call me survivor

Yeah

Uh call me killer cause I make a killing

I got this s**t wrapped up bow and a ribbon

That's them twin glocks you can call them siblings

And them bullets travel better hope I keep dribblin'

I touch the sky get the clouds out my fingernails

These b***hes think they fly like tinkerbell

But they all on my wire like stringer bell

I let them be cause you know how the sting'll feel

Know how to whip that white girl I can spank her tail

And I f-ck up any track train derail

Know how to roll never need training wheels

And when the truth hurts I pop pain pills

Uh all or nothing or nothing else

I bleed reality I should cut myself

Just had a bowl of riches and a cup of wealth

And the F is for f-ck yourself

And I ain't doing nothin' but getting my share

Breathin' this air

And mack mom's told me she gon keep me in her prayers

So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware

And if you wanna trip than I'mma meet ya there

To my n***as in the game keep the game fair

Players play coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer

I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear

Weezy F baby and the F ain't for fear

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