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
 Decision made and a decision price
 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