The broken water bottle

Reopened my notion of knowing im broken

 

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

 

Defeated, beaten by these demons in a bottle

 

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

 

Drinking bottle after bottle erasing bad memories

 

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

 

This is walter, fresh above the water

 

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

 

The water from the past is the same water in the present

 

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

 

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

 

That's taken a blood bath in slaughter water/

 

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

 

I begin to spin the blue bubbly bottle

 

Streaks are made to broken

 

Just a place that they can come