Bottom of the Bottle

Pull up in that phantom I ain’t tryna scare nobody
But I’m ghostin'
Said they wanna kill my vibe
Recognized that I’m causing a commotion
Swerving in and outta lanes
Understand we not the same, ah ah
I want the money keep the fame
Goin up like paper planes, ah ah
And now i’m lost in the sky
Its all in my mind
I’m losing my high
Coming down from you
I’m looking you in the eye
Show me a sign
I’ll always reply
If it comes from you
Bottom (of the)
Bottle
I’m looking for the
Bottom (of the)
Bottle
I’m looking for the
One who knows me best
I’m waiting on the one I can’t forget
I’m looking for ya