Thank God I've Hit The Bottom

I got dime bags stacked up like trophy wives

I'm a punctuated pulse bereft of smile

I'm spruced up like a cheesecake before the knife

Thank God I've hit the bottom

Thank God I've hit the bottom

I've been pickin' fights with graffiti artists, hey

Now you know the dead are filled with brains

Chips on my shoulder, I got lungs on my sleeve

Only You Am I know why I'm down here I guess

Thank God I've hit the bottom

Thank God I've hit the bottom

'Cos hell knows if I would have seen you from up there

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

I can see clearly now some pain is gone

Thank God I've hit the bottom

Thank God I've hit the bottom

Thank God I've hit

God