Bottom Line Lyrics

I just try to dance through the winter storm

I lay back on my desk and I return to form Don't even understand what I'm writing for

I used to get a little frisky in my closet dorm

I swear that shit was like 4 feet across

Now I go to china websites to get me Lacoste

Dotted all my Ts and all the I's I crossed

New England winters wait for the truck to defrost

Remote start is becoming my best investment

Brown liquor is the Christmas party main refreshment

My heart rate is climbing up that is my assessment

I just wanna be a winning game show contestant

At least once, prize winnings on a strippers buns

Told myself I needa eat and I left no crumbs

I'm addicted to the beats and drums

I feel like enrichment classes how I'm going dumb

Back alley shooters and hot young student tutors

I road rage on out of state dumb commuters

My eyes rotting away looking at computers

I've been licking my wounds and pulling out my sutures

To make up all of the layers I exist upon

Hard drive got documents like the pentagon

I'm waving all the flags you twirling the batons

This shit is getting on demand like at Amazon

Jeff Bezos with the bald shine

I'm gonna build my own museum with a massive shrine

If I could see beyond the stars I'd hope that they'd align

Like stunning Steve I will give you all the bottom line