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Jutes

Sober Up

 

Sober Up


[Miles Wesley:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayy, please don't make me do it (Uh)
I been going through it (Uh)
You don't want no sewage (Uh)
You gon' see that's foolish (Uh)
Batman in my lair (Uh)
Ain't no one that's greater (Uh)
I came from that trailer, yeah
Now I get checks like waiters
Better have State Farm if you tryna rock and wanna roll with us
This shit feel like Braveheart, everyday is war so we loaded up
Whipping in that race car, see you later, I'm going up
I'm too high, can't sober up, I'm too high, can't sober up

[Jutes:]
And I'm way too fly, can't hang with us
If I don't know you, go away before I make a fuss
I don't kiss and tell but I'ma give fame a fuck
But I know that this shit gets dangerous
All these motherfuckers look like me
All I see is me, me, me, me, copy, command V
Keep on sleeping on me like, "Z-Z-Z"
Guess I gotta do it for my team, team, team
It's funny, just watching all of my dreams play out
Remember the days I was living on a couch
I come from a place where no one makes it out
Now I live in a state where superstars go out
I'm in my zone, careful, I'm about to blow
Money and cars and clothes
Can't go back to being broke
I'm who they talk about, farm boy in Cali now
Living reckless, do what I want
Getting on by word of mouth
And I'm puffing that Joe Exotic
Telling my baby, don't worry, I got it
I'm getting them hooked on my songs like phonics
I'm turning depression into profit
I was never shit before, now I'm popping, wait
I don't play, manifest the shit I think
I ain't got a job, I live on break
You ain't got no drive? I can't relate, ooh

There's no fake shit in the crew
Yeah, if I'm eating, then they eat too
Yeah, can't say I never paid my dues (Woah-oh)

[Miles Wesley:]
Please don't make me do it (Uh)
I been going through it (Uh)
You don't want no sewage (Uh)
You gon' see that's foolish (Uh)
Batman in my lair (Uh)
Ain't no one that's greater (Uh)
I came from that trailer, yeah
Now I get checks like waiters
Better have State Farm if you tryna rock and wanna roll with us
This shit feel like Braveheart, everyday is war so we loaded up
Whipping in that race car, see you later, I'm going up
I'm too high, can't sober up, I'm too high, can't sober up

done

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