Rose the Black Cat - Rock Bottom Lyrics

That's the thing about addiction
Once it starts, you can't stop
Till you hit a point you cannot
Call that shit a God shot
He said to me, "listen"
There's a glistening horizon
But is it worth fighting?
I'mma give you one shot
Just say the word, stop
You've hit rock bottom
This could be your last Autumn
Lest you ask one December
In case you can't remember
There's nothing awaiting
But misery and hatred
So why are you waiting?

You stop, drop, and roll
You are out of control
You've got one last choice
And all the voices say,
"Don't f*ck this up!"
God says, "Tell you what's what"
You can lay on the ground
Or you can pick your ass up

I'm sitting in this dark place
I'm feeling all these dark things
I'm seeing all these dark faces
Displaced on wallpaper
I'm hating on that Wall Street
And big gov, and big pharm
And everything's not my fault
I fall to the asphalt
And get on my knees
I say, "God, please"
I have got a disease
And it's got me on my knees
And I hate what I see
Can't find the inner child in me
Now I'm just wilding
And they say that I'm losing it

I'm losing my grip
I'm choosing to hit
That pipe looking good
Wish I found what was good
But I lost it in this hood
So far from home now
Don't know how I got down
Wishing I could find out

You stop, drop, and roll
You are out of control
You've got one last choice
And all the voices say,
"Don't f*ck this up!"
God says, "I'mma tell you what's what"
You can lay on the ground
Or you can pick your ass up

Is the answer in me?
Is this the call I'm answering?
I'm feeling so antsy
I got ants in my pants
And my throat is on my fire
I just cannot speak
I feel so weak
I got nothing inside my cheeks
I feel like nothing
Feel like dying
Feel like lying to myself
I don't deserve help
I'll just lay down on the ground
Feel the walls all around
Let this warm water hit me
And that's when it hits me

You stop, drop, and roll
You are out of control
You've got one last choice
And all the voices say,
"Don't f*ck this up!"
God says, "I'mma tell you what's what"
You can lay on the ground
Or you can pick your ass up

You can feel sorry for yourself
Or you can believe in yourself
These things are mutually exclusive
If you're feeling sorry for yourself,
You don't got shit, you don't know shit
Nothing is clear
You're filled with fear
It's like you're looking in a fogged-up mirror
So wipe that shit off
Wipe your ass
And get off your ass
You're being an ass
If you don't take off the mask
Look somebody in the eye
And say I'd die for you
Or else you fade to black