This joint is about the escape of our traumas, past, and present through substance abuse. Lyrics Rum man myself but all will do the job It's the fall of facades, appalled while you applaud Got two bottles, what goes up comes down Got two hollowed, both stuffed once ground Found the light of mine in the signs on both sides Most high try divine prime to coast vibes Toast high to the lords of the rooms we build in Hope flights of these dons will leave me filled in Ain't no harder way to heal, the cost is two fold Holes in my pockets and holes in you know Chopped slowed and sampled, but can't see recourse Hit the tap every night to see past remorse All I got's the toast I keep showin Got'em lined up, but down they keep flowin Liquored up and green I brought plenty All fill up to show we not empty Bottled up (on sight), bottled up (all night) Bottled up (on God), bottled up (my flight) All fill up to show we not empty Proof in my hands that shows I got plenty Elijah, Don J, and Don Q Meet those men of mine and I'm screamin' fuck you Filled to the brim, the trim means no matter Grim if those Timbs hit limbs up right after Searchin' through the stars, eyes filled with moonshine Spilled my coke while rummaging two lines First bar top off, put in to pay Second split at'em, bombs and touchés Third one lost, the cost of my phase Fourth marks the measure, splitting two ways Down bourbon on bourbon, the fourth blunt on fourth ave Hit the Vegas strip, plenty, more in my bag Molly wants a shot, Molly wants to rock Party, hearty, melancholy, all she wanna stop It's the three-zero drifta, double-edge'll getcha Gotta get the drink before the drink goes and gets ya All I got's the toast I keep showin Got'e, lined up, but down they keep flowin Liquored up and green, I brought plenty All fill up to show we not empty Bottled up, (on-site) Bottled up, (all night) Bottled up, (on-god) Bottled up, (my flight) All fill up to show we not empty Proof in my hands that shows I got plenty Bottled up, (on-site) Bottled up, (all night) Bottled up, (on-god) Bottled up, (my flight) All filled up to show we not empty Proof in my hands that shows I got plentymore