Keke Palmer — Bottoms Up lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Bottoms Up" by Keke Palmer.
Lyrics
You rock all the night
In the crowd, it was like a fight
Now the gig is over
That smells sweat and bitter
It’s not time to hit the road
It’s time to drink a beer
Tomorrow you’ll have a fuckin' hangover
Hold on baby, and drink
Bottoms up Bottoms up Bottoms up As long as you’re drinkin'
You gonna feel good
There ain’t no escape
You’re under the knife
You blow your paycheck tonight
But it’s for the good cause
Tomorrow you’ll have a fuckin' hangover
Hold on baby, and drink
Bottoms up Bottoms up Bottoms up You rock all the night
In the crowd, it was like a fight
Now the gig is over
That smells sweat and bitter
You blow your paycheck
But it’s for the good cause
Tomorrow you’ll have a fuckin' hangover
Hold on baby, and drink
Bottoms up Bottoms up Bottoms up