18 bottles on the table
All my choices always fatal
I just might go outta reach
No way to find or talk to me
18 bottles on the table
I don't need to sign to labels
I just might go outta reach
I'm on my own they're doubting me
All this music shit yeah that's all I wanna do
I don't give a f*ck bout college hate to admit it but it's true
New chapter of my life I'm betting this is just a page
Wishing for the recognition and dreaming of a stage
Every lyric comes to me when I'm up inside the booth
I don't waste a f*cking day another beat I'm working through
Write record I mix and master you should know I'm stacking ammo
You won't see me out that much it's like I'm hiding rocking camo
18 bottles on the table
All my choices always fatal
I just might go outta reach
No way to find or talk to me
18 bottles on the table
I don't need to sign to labels
I just might go outta reach
I'm on my own they're doubting me
After trial and error I think I found my f*cking sound
As a result I see the people listen and they come around
Up the gain let's turn the dials now we're wild and mixing styles
Never running outta beats I got 1000 files
I could make a thousand tracks and make about million racks
But I'd never truly stop cause the grinding never slacks
No I'd never stop till the day I f*cking rest
I just know this is the start I still got much left to address
18 bottles on the table
All my choices always fatal
I just might go outta reach
No way to find or talk to me
18 bottles on the table
I don't need to sign to labels
I just might go outta reach
I'm on my own they're doubting me
YCK - 18 Bottles Lyrics
YCK - 18 Bottles Lyrics
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18 bottles on the table
All my choices always fatal
I just might go outta reach
No way to find or talk to me
18 bottles on the table
I don't need to sign to labels
I just might go outta reach
I'm on my own they're doubting me
All this music shit yeah that's all I wanna do
I don't give a f*ck bout college hate to admit it but it's true
New chapter of my life I'm betting this is just a page
Wishing for the recognition and dreaming of a stage
Every lyric comes to me when I'm up inside the booth
I don't waste a f*cking day another beat I'm working through
Write record I mix and master you should know I'm stacking ammo
You won't see me out that much it's like I'm hiding rocking camo
18 bottles on the table
All my choices always fatal
I just might go outta reach
No way to find or talk to me
18 bottles on the table
I don't need to sign to labels
I just might go outta reach
I'm on my own they're doubting me
After trial and error I think I found my f*cking sound
As a result I see the people listen and they come around
Up the gain let's turn the dials now we're wild and mixing styles
Never running outta beats I got 1000 files
I could make a thousand tracks and make about million racks
But I'd never truly stop cause the grinding never slacks
No I'd never stop till the day I f*cking rest
I just know this is the start I still got much left to address
18 bottles on the table
All my choices always fatal
I just might go outta reach
No way to find or talk to me
18 bottles on the table
I don't need to sign to labels
I just might go outta reach
I'm on my own they're doubting me
All my choices always fatal
I just might go outta reach
No way to find or talk to me
18 bottles on the table
I don't need to sign to labels
I just might go outta reach
I'm on my own they're doubting me
All this music shit yeah that's all I wanna do
I don't give a f*ck bout college hate to admit it but it's true
New chapter of my life I'm betting this is just a page
Wishing for the recognition and dreaming of a stage
Every lyric comes to me when I'm up inside the booth
I don't waste a f*cking day another beat I'm working through
Write record I mix and master you should know I'm stacking ammo
You won't see me out that much it's like I'm hiding rocking camo
18 bottles on the table
All my choices always fatal
I just might go outta reach
No way to find or talk to me
18 bottles on the table
I don't need to sign to labels
I just might go outta reach
I'm on my own they're doubting me
After trial and error I think I found my f*cking sound
As a result I see the people listen and they come around
Up the gain let's turn the dials now we're wild and mixing styles
Never running outta beats I got 1000 files
I could make a thousand tracks and make about million racks
But I'd never truly stop cause the grinding never slacks
No I'd never stop till the day I f*cking rest
I just know this is the start I still got much left to address
18 bottles on the table
All my choices always fatal
I just might go outta reach
No way to find or talk to me
18 bottles on the table
I don't need to sign to labels
I just might go outta reach
I'm on my own they're doubting me
Writer: YCK
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid