The song "Fortnight" by Taylor Swift and Post Malone tells a story about strong feelings, complicated relationships, and secret wishes. It talks about love, betrayal, and wanting someone who doesn't feel the same. The word "fortnight" shows short-lived happiness and guilty pleasures, leading to sadness. It shows how messy relationships can be and the results of hiding emotions. “I was supposed to be sent away / But they forgot to come and get me,” she kickstarts the song in the first verse with lines suggesting an admission to a hospital for people with mental illnesses. She goes in the verse admitting her lover is the reason why she is like this. In the chorus, she sings about their time in love and reflects on how he has now settled with someone else. “I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary / And I love you, it’s ruining my life,” on the second verse she details her struggles to forget about him and the negative effects of her failure. “Thought of callin’ ya, but you won’t pick up / ‘Nother fortnight lost in America,” Post Malone sings in the outro.
Yeah
Oh oh oh oh (This mister steal your girl)
Oh oh oh oh (This mister steal your girl)
Oh oh oh (Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl)
Oh oh oh (Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, let go)
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Aye, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up), up (up) up bottoms
You know what it is, girl we back up in this thang (thang)
Money stay in my pocket, girl I'm like a walkin' bank (bank)
Tell me what you drank (drank), tell me what you thank (thank)
If I go get these bottles we go alcohol insane (insane)
Callin' all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me?
All around the world (world)
City to city (city)
Cheers to the girls, throw deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga, you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Aye, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up), up (up) up bottoms
My visions blurred (com'ere)
My words slur (com'ere)
It's jam packed (yea)
A million girls (aye)
And I ain't trynna leave though
We drunk so let me be yo alcohol hero
Callin' all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me? (Girl)
All around the world (world)
City to city (yeah)
Cheers to the girls, throw deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga, you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Aye, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up), up (up) up bottoms
Can I get that Tron, can I get that Remmy
Can I get that Coke, can I get that Henny
Can I get that margarita on the rock, rock, rock
Can I get salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim
Trey, I was like yo Trey?
Do you think you can buy me a bottle of Roseé?
Okay let's get it now
I'm wit' a bad bitch, he's wit' his friends
I don't say I hi, I say keys to the Benz
Keys to the Benz, keys to the Benz
Mu'fuckin' rite yea V to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute I'm a stomp her
Throw alotta money at her then yell fuck her
Fuck her, fuck her, then yell fuck her
Then I'm go and get my Louisville slugger
Excuse me I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady
I rep Young Money
You know Slim, Baby
And we be doin' donuts while we wave in the 3-80
We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin' all around the world
Do you hear me? Do you like my body Anna Nicki?
Rest in peace to Ana Nicole Smith
Yes my dear your so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my dosage
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Aye, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up), up (up) up bottoms
Bottoms up (Com 'ere)
Bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up)
Oh oh oh oh (This mister steal your girl)
Oh oh oh oh (This mister steal your girl)
Oh oh oh (Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl)
Oh oh oh (Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, let go)
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Aye, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up), up (up) up bottoms
You know what it is, girl we back up in this thang (thang)
Money stay in my pocket, girl I'm like a walkin' bank (bank)
Tell me what you drank (drank), tell me what you thank (thank)
If I go get these bottles we go alcohol insane (insane)
Callin' all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me?
All around the world (world)
City to city (city)
Cheers to the girls, throw deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga, you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Aye, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up), up (up) up bottoms
My visions blurred (com'ere)
My words slur (com'ere)
It's jam packed (yea)
A million girls (aye)
And I ain't trynna leave though
We drunk so let me be yo alcohol hero
Callin' all the girls (girls)
Do you hear me? (Girl)
All around the world (world)
City to city (yeah)
Cheers to the girls, throw deuce to the guys
Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride
Gettin' loose in the ride
Hatin' ass nigga, you can move to the, move to the, move to the side
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Aye, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up), up (up) up bottoms
Can I get that Tron, can I get that Remmy
Can I get that Coke, can I get that Henny
Can I get that margarita on the rock, rock, rock
Can I get salt all around that rim, rim, rim, rim
Trey, I was like yo Trey?
Do you think you can buy me a bottle of Roseé?
Okay let's get it now
I'm wit' a bad bitch, he's wit' his friends
I don't say I hi, I say keys to the Benz
Keys to the Benz, keys to the Benz
Mu'fuckin' rite yea V to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute I'm a stomp her
Throw alotta money at her then yell fuck her
Fuck her, fuck her, then yell fuck her
Then I'm go and get my Louisville slugger
Excuse me I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady
I rep Young Money
You know Slim, Baby
And we be doin' donuts while we wave in the 3-80
We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin' all around the world
Do you hear me? Do you like my body Anna Nicki?
Rest in peace to Ana Nicole Smith
Yes my dear your so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up and double my dosage
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Aye, what's in ya cup
Got a couple bottles but a couple ain't enough
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw ya hands up
Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Pocket full of green
Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans
Bottoms up, bottoms up (up)
Throw yo hands up
Bottoms up (up), bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up), up (up) up bottoms
Bottoms up (Com 'ere)
Bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up)
Bottoms up (up)
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Bottoms Up Lyrics as written by Edrick Miles Daniel Johnson
Lyrics © PRICE TRIPLETS MUSIC, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, IHIP HOP MUSIC LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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[Nicki Minaj] Can I get that ‘Tron? Can I get that Remy? Can I get that coke? Can I get that Henny? Can I get that margarita on the rock-rock-rocks? Can I get salt all around that rim-rim-rim-rim? Trey? I was like, “Yo, Trey? Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rose?” Okay, let’s get it now I’m wit a bad bitch, he’s with his friends I don’t say hi, I say “Keys to the Benz” “Keys to the Benz?” “Keys to Benz!” Muf-cking right, yep weed to the ten If A Bitch Try To Get Cute, I’ma Stuff Her. Throw A Lot Money At Her, Then Yell “f-ck Her!” fuck Her. f-ck Her. Then Yell “f-ck Her!” Then I’ma Go And Get My Louisville Slugger. Excuse Me. I’m Sorry. I’m Really Such A Lady. I Rep Young Money. You Know.. Slim.. Baby? And We Be Doing Donuts While We Waving A 380. We Give A Lot Of Money To The Babies Out In Haiti Yelling “All Around The World. Do You Hear Me?” Do You Like My Body? Anna Nicki. Rest In Peace To Anna Nicole Smith. Yes. My Dear, You’re So Explosive. Say Hi To Mary, Mary And Joseph. Now Bottoms Up & Double My Dosage.