Текст песни Rock Bottom - Jayelle

Vodka in my water bottle, strangers in my bed
Bills up in my bra, intrusive thoughts up in my head
I got trauma, daddy issues, and I wish that I was dead
But I'm gonna play a game that I call blackout and forget
Pregamed way too hard I almost passed out in the car
Threw up in the bathroom, then went straight back to the bar
Gets a little hazy when I'm dancing on the floor
Spinning out like I'mma crash but Britney's singing "gimme more"

I wanna get my shit together
Prove everybody wrong
But there's just so much pressure
Need a drink, something strong

One shot, two shots, three shots, four
How many drinks can a bad girl pour?
Five shots, six shots, seven shots, eight
How many smiles can a sad girl fake?
Don't need your help, I can make a mess hot by myself
One shot, two shots, three shots, four
When I hit rock bottom, I don't cry anymore

My life was a rom com but I became the joke
I play for every team, but I'm benched on both
No one falls for crazy, baby, I'm so volatile
My love is kamikaze, watch me I go out in style
Wanna pull the trigger every time I'm clocking in
Working overtime has got my patience wearing thin
Time to face the music, no one listens to my songs
But I guess I'll write 'em anyway, someone sing along

I wanna get my shit together
Prove everybody wrong
But there's just so much pressure
Need a drink, something strong

One shot, two shots, three shots, four
How many drinks can a bad girl pour?
Five shots, six shots, seven shots, eight
How many smiles can a sad girl fake?
Don't need your help, I can make a mess hot by myself
One shot, two shots, three shots, four
When I hit rock bottom, I don't cry anymore

Ah, ah
Rock bottom, rock
Ah, ah, ah
Rock bottom, rock
Ah, ah, ah
Rock bottom, rock
When I hit rock bottom

This is the part where my chest gets tight and my throat gets dry
The alarm starts sounding
This is the part where my hands they shake and my heart
It quakes and my head starts pounding
This is the part where my chest gets tight and my throat gets dry
The alarm starts sounding
This is the part where my hands they shake and my heart
It quakes and my head starts pounding

One shot, two shots, three shots, four
How many drinks can a bad girl pour?
Five shots, six shots, seven shots, eight
How many smiles can a sad girl fake?
Don't need your help, I can make a mess hot by myself
One shot, two shots, three shots, four
When I hit rock bottom, I don't cry anymore

Ah, ah
Rock bottom, rock
Ah, ah, ah
Rock bottom, rock
Ah, ah, ah
Rock bottom, rock
When I hit rock bottom

This is the part where my chest gets tight and my throat gets dry
The alarm starts sounding