Jelly Roll – The Bottom (Guitar)

Fm
Smoking and blowing and choking on reefer

C
I swear to God that I feel like Kalifah

Fm
There's so much smoke that I need me a breather

     C
This ain't sativa baby this the sleeper

    Fm
Sip some tequila, ooh up for diesel

       Cm                      C7
I'm at war with these demons I need me some Jesus

  Fm
I stare at the steeple cause I'm a believer

    C
And I know some people that died from a needle

Fm
High as the fucking sky

                     C
Welcome to the other side

          Fm
This that cocaine lullaby

    C
How to pimp a butterfly

    Fm
Got partners that fighting cases

Cm                     C
Partners that's try'na play me

     Fm
More partners that's acting shady

    C
But hide behind smiling faces (smiling faces)

Fm                             C
This game is so cold and I put that on everything

Fm
It's part of the show

C
That's what they keep on telling me

Fm                  C
The people you know are the ones with jealousy

Fm
But I gotta go

C
This shit's out of control (control)

Fm                         C
All my friends are losers (losers,losers)

Fm            C
All of us are users (users,users)

Fm          C                      Fm
There is no excuses the game is so ruthless

                 C                    Fm       C     Fm
The truth is the bottom is where we belong, oohh, oohh

    C                    Fm      Cm  C  Fm
The bottom is where we belong, oohh, oohh

    C                    Fm
The bottom is where we belong (belong, belong)

           C
Now listen here bubba

            Fm
If I say it I mean it

                         C
If I tell you a donkey's finna shit ice cream

                Fm
You should grab a bucket and a spoon

                    C               Cm
If I tell you a jackrabbit can pull a house

                                 C
You better get that little motherfucker a harness, you hear me

Fm
Every time that I walk out the door

    C
Put one in the chamber and pray to the lord

Fm
I found my peace preparing for war

     C7
Keep checking the rear-view, I'm so paranoid

Fm
Come from the bottom where talk is cheap

C
All of my partners are still in the streets

Fm
Did this for Chizzle, may he rest in peace

C
Came out the dirt like a pair of cleats

Fm
Rose from the crack, straight out the bottom

    C
The police is watching, hot as a sauna

Fm
Do all that talking, deal with the drama

C
And end up with trauma, that's on my mama

Fm
I'm with the bullshit, don't want no problems

               C
Why do the men always wanna gossip?

Fm
But all the women always keep it solid

C
Don't even bother I won't even hollar

Fm                 C
All my friends are losers (losers, losers)

Fm            C
All of us are users (users, users)

Fm          C                      Fm
There is no excuses the game is so ruthless

                 C                    Fm      Cm    C  Fm
The truth is the bottom is where we belong, oohhoo, oohhoo

    Cm     C             Fm       Cm      Fm
The bottom is where we belong, oohhoo, oohhoo

    Cm                   Fm
The bottom is where we belong