| Song | Bottles & Cans |
| Artist | Rehab |
| Album | Graffiti the World [Universal Republic] |
| 作曲 : Adair, DJ Alexander ... | |
| Think about, you know life and what it really means, | |
| I drink about it, | |
| I think i'm busting at the seems, | |
| Don't over think it, | |
| I think somebody told me that before, | |
| Yea whatever thats my attitude what can | |
| I say, Evidently | |
| I was raised to be this way, | |
| But incidently there's days | |
| I really want to change, | |
| If heaven sent me, | |
| Then why do | |
| I feel this crazy got a man down mayday mayday, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Down to my last roach, | |
| Here I am looking, | |
| Caught between tomorrow and yesterday, | |
| Tellin' myself it'll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and | |
| Stems, Will | |
| I ever change, guess it all depends, feels like nothin' ever went my way, tellin' myself it'll be okay, | |
| Broken-hearted, | |
| I've been listenin' to my head scream, | |
| Got it spark it, | |
| You hear that or is it just me, | |
| What's the matter are you feeling just like me, | |
| Has anybody seen my mind i cant find it, | |
| Life is flyin', | |
| Somebody rewind it, were all dying, | |
| And just runnin' around buyin' it, | |
| I think we've gotten a little too open minded, got a man down, mayday, mayday, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Down to my last roach, | |
| Here i am lookin', caught between tomorrow and yesterday, | |
| Tellin' myself it'll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Will I ever change, guess it all depends, | |
| Feels like nothin ever went my way, | |
| Tellin' myself it'll be okay, | |
| Broke and lonely, | |
| Chokin on dro can | |
| I borrow another tommorow dear lord, | |
| I'm scopin' hopin' some door can open, | |
| And my folks don't even know me no more, | |
| My kids are growin' and my age is showin', | |
| One of the seeds | |
| I sow gonna sprout i'm not sure, | |
| The doubt and the lure is a couch of valour, | |
| With a mirror and a blade and a pile of inpure, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Down to my last roach, | |
| Here I am lookin', | |
| Caught between tomorrow and yesterday, | |
| Tellin' myself it'll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Will I ever change, | |
| Guess it all depends, | |
| Feels like nothin' ever went my way, | |
| Tellin' myself it'll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Down to my last roach, | |
| Here I am lookin', | |
| Caught between tomorrow and yesterday, | |
| Tellin' myself it'll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Will I ever change, guess it all depends, | |
| Feels like nothin' ever went my way, | |
| Tellin' myself it'll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans. |
| zuò qǔ : Adair, DJ Alexander ... | |
| Think about, you know life and what it really means, | |
| I drink about it, | |
| I think i' m busting at the seems, | |
| Don' t over think it, | |
| I think somebody told me that before, | |
| Yea whatever thats my attitude what can | |
| I say, Evidently | |
| I was raised to be this way, | |
| But incidently there' s days | |
| I really want to change, | |
| If heaven sent me, | |
| Then why do | |
| I feel this crazy got a man down mayday mayday, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Down to my last roach, | |
| Here I am looking, | |
| Caught between tomorrow and yesterday, | |
| Tellin' myself it' ll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and | |
| Stems, Will | |
| I ever change, guess it all depends, feels like nothin' ever went my way, tellin' myself it' ll be okay, | |
| Brokenhearted, | |
| I' ve been listenin' to my head scream, | |
| Got it spark it, | |
| You hear that or is it just me, | |
| What' s the matter are you feeling just like me, | |
| Has anybody seen my mind i cant find it, | |
| Life is flyin', | |
| Somebody rewind it, were all dying, | |
| And just runnin' around buyin' it, | |
| I think we' ve gotten a little too open minded, got a man down, mayday, mayday, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Down to my last roach, | |
| Here i am lookin', caught between tomorrow and yesterday, | |
| Tellin' myself it' ll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Will I ever change, guess it all depends, | |
| Feels like nothin ever went my way, | |
| Tellin' myself it' ll be okay, | |
| Broke and lonely, | |
| Chokin on dro can | |
| I borrow another tommorow dear lord, | |
| I' m scopin' hopin' some door can open, | |
| And my folks don' t even know me no more, | |
| My kids are growin' and my age is showin', | |
| One of the seeds | |
| I sow gonna sprout i' m not sure, | |
| The doubt and the lure is a couch of valour, | |
| With a mirror and a blade and a pile of inpure, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Down to my last roach, | |
| Here I am lookin', | |
| Caught between tomorrow and yesterday, | |
| Tellin' myself it' ll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Will I ever change, | |
| Guess it all depends, | |
| Feels like nothin' ever went my way, | |
| Tellin' myself it' ll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Down to my last roach, | |
| Here I am lookin', | |
| Caught between tomorrow and yesterday, | |
| Tellin' myself it' ll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans, Seeds and stems, | |
| Will I ever change, guess it all depends, | |
| Feels like nothin' ever went my way, | |
| Tellin' myself it' ll be okay, | |
| Bottles and | |
| Cans. |