Turning Up the Bottle

[Verse 1: Rittz] He was a cook at a dead-end job, 26-years-old She moved back to Atlanta, fucked over by her father she had got disowned He was a frustrated rapper that after so long he done quit and lost hope She was addicted to meth, so was everybody living in her household Both of them worked on the daytime shift On break time kicked it, the sparks just flew She said she heard through the grapevine, he had a girlfriend He told her "Nah we're through" But what they had in common was a fucked up life Shit she experienced, he had gone through, too Both of them thought that the world was against them Childhood innocence gone too soon They hooked up, later she moved in With him and his parents, she was detoxing He did meth, too, it helped him write songs But he quit writing shit the minute she got clean You would think that things got better but they didn't Cause instead of doing drugs they'd just sit around and drink Day in and day out cause they hate being sober, they broke as a joke, and they think that [Hook: Rittz] Everything is bad, but it all seems OK When we're turning up the bottle Trying to see the sun but the sky seems so gray Drowning in our sorrow Oh, oh, o-oh Turning up the bottle Oh, oh, o-oh Drowning in our sorrow [Verse 2] His parents kicked him out, they was sick of the drinking, it was constant They moved in with her sister and her fiance at the spot where her mom lived Now they can drink without a conscience, no one was there to tell them it was time to grow up She worked nights at the bar, but they shared one car, he would pick her up and drive home drunk When they're drinking was the only time that life don't suck Only problem was, they would fight so much Had to hide any guns in the house cause they might go nuts Shoot each other, or they might go fuck It could go either way, '09 came, adios to '08 Both of them got laid off, so did her mom and her sister Facing foreclosure with nowhere to stay No dough put away, Ramon Noodles every night They applied everywhere to try to get a job Looking like white trash, wearing hand-me-down clothes To the job interviews, still nobody ever called Running out of time, running out of alcohol Maybe if they sobered up then the shit would change But instead they keep on emptying the piggy bank Up in the liquor store buying something cheap to drank, because [Hook] [Verse 3] He went to a specialist, the doctor said he had an ulcer in his stomach Probably cause he'd eat and then he'd tried to make himself throw up and vomit Making room so he could drink cause he's a drunk and he's a glutton but the combination's common But the fact that he was young with stomach problems was alarming But the ulcer wasn't cancerous, right then he made a promise to his mama He would quit, he's full of shit he wasn't honest Cause he only went a month and started chugging out the bottle She was getting sick and always shaking, she's afraid Cause everything she ate was coming up, one day she made a date To see the doctor, told him she’s an alcoholic So they checked her liver noticed the aluminum and fluids were below the level Plus the color of her skin and eyes had turned a tone of yellow Indicating that she may have got cirrhosis of the liver or maybe hepatitis Maybe nothing, told her not to drink a lick of liquor But she never listens, turning up that bottle… Next to Nothing Ya-uh-yeah