Joe Budden ft. Crooked I - "Sober Up" + Lyrics video free download

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Lyrics:

I broke down a while ago, finally picking up the pieces

Memoirs on how the undefeated, can feel depleated

I don't talk to God as a matter of fact I plead with

At times I hate my reflection, and others I'm conceited

Half the time I'm arrogant other times I'm vengeful

At times it's to convince me, at times its to convince you

Done a lot of wrong but I ain't never felt resentful

It's been so many times I've lost track of who to repent to

Half the time I'm in the cut, don't want you to notice me

Roll with me and you'll see that I'm only awkward socially

Half the time I'm spiteful, double barrel rifle

I owe so many payback I feel like I got a right to

So if you need a case in point, you can refer to Budden

And it'll prove the painkillers never murdered nothing

All it did was make me succumb, put ice in me

Make me numb when I revisit the places it takes me from

(Hook)

(I ain't tryin to Sober Up)

Strong enough to catch a contact high, you smell it as soon as you get in my ride

(I don't want to Sober Up)

See with me the rules never apply, don't tell me how I should live my life

(I ain't tryin to Sober Up)

Put your seat back, got it if you need that, you should really fuck with me

(I ain't tryin to Sober Up)

Tell me if you wanna ride or die, la la la la la la la

(Verse 2)

Listen up as a sinner reports, my inner thoughts like an inner war

Headaches act as a trembling force on my mental ward

Mentals distraught, every word from this sinister boss

Is brought to you by the people like your ministers Porsche

Tight roping on dental floss, before the haters begin to get lost

Coke and weed got my temperament off

But why would my temper get lost, when as soon as the temperature frost

I'm probably having intercourse in a resort

Criminal repoire, pricey condos at a minimal cost

My train of thought ain't as simple as yours

So if our paths happen to incidentally cross

I pray that you can overlook all my miniature flaws

Until then lets let the bass kick

Take a shot straight I don't see a need to chase it

Trying to fight the urge till' there's something to replace it

I welcome y'all to be my co-pilots on this spaceship

(Hook)

(Verse 3)

Me and the game will get so blunted

We'd order take out from the Chinese stores

And make sure you bring change for a hundred

Rob him, safety on the metals off

Figured if we beat the brakes off him then how the fuck was he gonna pedal off

Some live and die by the high, I was born by it

Since pop gave my mom the needle like "go on try it"

Got me feeling like ain't a nigga could harm me

So I go and scoop a mami that wanna come join the army

She was so militant, disciplined and diligent

So I whispered to her bet you wouldn't mind chillin it

I got to know her on my sofa

I gave her my honorable discharge and she took it like a soldier

See she the type you gotta watch when she come around

Really she only get high so she can come down

Lost her when I said she ain't gotta settle

Once you start ahead in life you'll be on the same level

(Hook)

(Verse 4 -- Crooked I)

When I was five this is what my father said

I should have pulled you out and left you on your momma's water bed

If you ask me my poppa's dead

Alcoholic genes from him, since a toddler bottle fed

Put me in your stainless, I'm brainless, I'm a hollow head

My life was the craziest

Surprised I'm even walkin can you blame me if I'm atheist

But I ain't Steven Hawkins, I know god is in my radius

I can see him often

In the face of an innocent baby but not when preachers talkin

My people sleep in coffins, I miss em, I'm breakin down

In the face of a bad bitch I'm supposed to be takin down

Baby ridin' while I'm cryin, I'm dyin inside

Cuz my pain is Poseidon or a giant leviathan that I'm hiding from the world

They hit me with everything but the kitchen sink

How ironic, same place I vomit when I liquor drink

Apparently I need to get a shrink

How can therapy take care of me when I don't give a fuck what niggaz think