Ace Cantrell - Rock Bottom Lyrics

So this is rock bottom
The lows of the lows
Where you're buried in problems
With no where to go
They say it gets better
But how should I know
They call this rock bottom
But I call it home
I call it home
I'm sick of being broke
This is not a joke
I just watched Scarface and I might start selling coke
I might go to the store
Steal money from the drawer
I told you mother f*ckers that I'm sick of being poor
I might steal a car just as long as it starts
And take my wife out to McDonald's then I'll sell it for parts
Then I might whip your ass for ten dollars in cash
I'll even siphon your gas
Then I will tell you to pass
I might be hiding in the bank drive thru
Hop out yellin' when you arrive too
Think I only got guns well I got a knife too
If you keep your mouth shut then you'll survive too
Sike I'm just playing I don't want no body hurt
Im just trying to afford my daughter a new shirt
She wore long sleeves in the middle of the summer
So I cut the sleeves off now it's winter what a bummer damn
So this is rock bottom
The lows of the lows
Where you're buried in problems
With no where to go
They say it gets better
But how should I know
They call this rock bottom
But I call it home
I call it home
My works underpaid yet I'm never f*cking home
And my wife's always crying cus she's feeling so alone
I'm working like a dog but I never get a bone
And the only thing that helps is when I roll me up a cone
I wish I would have known
Check accounts on the phone
But my bills aren't paid and I can't afford a stone
I might snatch a chain rest in peace to Tiny Lister
I might sell drugs and fentanyl to my sister
I'll run into your house
Put a gun into your mouth
I'll tie your ass up and tape your family to the couch
I saw your caddy driving by while you were on the street
So please have a seat
Cus my family's gotta eat
Please hand it over and please remain calm
It's got a hair trigger as it sits in my palm
See boss makes a dollar while I make a dime
So I'm heading back to work to shit on company time uh
So this is rock bottom
The lows of the lows
Where you're buried in problems
With no where to go
They say it gets better
But how should I know
They call this rock bottom
But I call it home
I call it home
It is no surprise
You can see it in my eyes
I'm sick of all the lies
And the bullshit I despise
I really find it funny
All these people having money
While my family living crummy
And I'm working like a dummy
I just want to get ahead and not struggle all the time
Doing music my whole life and I barely made a dime
I'm sick of feeling like
I don't get what I deserve
So I'm getting me a gun
And I'm building up the nerve
Cus I know that my kids
Should have the things I never had
Cus I can't afford to save
I'm a terrible f*cking dad
I'm really f*cking sad
Getting really f*cking mad
And I think I might do something that is really f*cking bad
I might rob a church or a pastor bastard
And run out the back God make me faster
Please forgive me lord for the shit I did
But I do what I gotta do to feed my kid
So this is rock bottom
The lows of the lows
Where you're buried in problems
With no where to go
They say it gets better
But how should I know
They call this rock bottom
But I call it home
I call it home