Lil' Wayne - Nightmares Of The Bottom
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LIL' WAYNE


Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics

Sleepin' at the top, nightmares of the bottom
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em
But who am I to talk? I ain't shittin' roses
We in the same picture but we all got different poses
Na I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
Pause! Like a red light, I'm dead right!
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me clueless cause I do this
Attention all shooters, I'm a shooting star
Life is a course and I'mma shoot for Par
I'm searching for today instead I found tomorrow
And I put that shit right back man I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, Blood like a scar
Weezy F baby and the F aint for "Flaw"
uhhh...
uhhh...
yup! yup! yup! yup!

It's like I have it all
But I don't have to worry
Married to the money, a true love story
Only God can judge me, I don't need a jury
Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security
Back to my journey, that bullshit don't concern me
If I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney
If you sleeping on me n_gga, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it
Yeah,
Now what we doing with it
keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it
Some say this game is a joke well I hope they get it
Ok, I'm walking on needles, sticking to the point

Yeah the streets is talking, I'm familiar with the voice
I'm a gangsta by choice I hope my son's choose wiser
And don't call me sir, call me survivor
uhhh,
Yeah
uhhh
and it

Call me killa cuz i make a killing
I got this shit wrapped up...bowin and ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can call em sibblings
and them bullets travel, better hope i keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they're fly like Tinkerbell
but they all on my wire like string of bell
I let the Bee, you know how that stinger feels
know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
and I fuck up any track, train derail
know how to roll, never need training wheels
and when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
uhhh, all or nothing, or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
just have a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth
and the "F" is for Fuck yourself
uhhh, yeah

And I aint doing nothin' but getting my share
Breathin' this air
If Miss Rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers
So I'm feeling alright I'm tryna stay aware
And if you wanna trip than I'mma meet ya there
To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair
Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer
I'm tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear
Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear
Uhhh

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Songwriter(s): Maurice Jordan, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Stephen Hacker, Ben Vaughn
Copyright: Money Mack Music, Young Money Publishing Inc., Emi Blackwood Music Inc., Hebrew Hustle Music, Snizzy Music Publishing, Kenoe Music Publishing, Universal Music Corp., Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Bli
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