Bottles and Bullets

Lyrics:

© rootshell
father time has been missing me
like Keith Richards i'm still living free
your place or mine
and i'll walk the line
that's on me

empty bottles on the floor
and bullet holes on the door

lock the door and hide the key
those son of bitches be looking for me
i didn't touch her
and i do my loving hands-free

empty bottles on the floor
and bullet holes on the door

that father time has been missing me
like Keith Richards i'm still where i be
your place or mine
and i'll walk the line
that's on me

empty bottles on the floor
and bullet holes on the door