الأغاني: Joe Budden. Mood Muzik 4.5. Sober Up.

[feat. Crooked I]

[Disclaimer:]
This song is not about drugs and alcohol, it's about being high on life.

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
I broke down a while ago, finally pickin up the pieces
Memoirs of how the undefeated, can feel depleted
I don't talk to God, as a matter of fact I plead with
At times I hate my reflection, and others I'm conceided
Half the time I'm arrogant, other times I'm veangeful
At times it's to convince me, at times it to convince you
Done alot of wrong, but I ain't never felt resentful
It's been so many times I lost track of who to repent to
Half the time I'm in the cut, don't want you to notice me
Grow with me, and you will see 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 and point, you can refer to Budden
And it'll prove the pain killers 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

[Chorus:]
(I ain't trying/gotta sober up)
Strong enough to catch contact by, you smell it soon as you get in my ride
See with me the rules never apply, tell me how I should live my life
Put ya seat back, got it if you need that
You should really fuck with me
Tell me if you wanna ride or die, la la lala la la la la

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Listen up as the center reports, my inner thoughts like a inner wall
Headaches act as a tremblin' force, on my mental ward
Mental's distraught, every word from this sinister boss
Is brought to you by your people like your minister's Porsche
Tightropin' on dental floss, before the haters begin to get lost
Coke and weed got my tempermant off
But why would my temper get lost, when as soon as the temperature frost
I'm probably having intercourse in a resort
Criminal report', pricey condo's at a minimal cost
My train of thought ain't as simple as your's
So if our paths happen to incidentally cross
I'm pray that you can overlook all my miniature flaws
Untill then, let's let the bass kick, take the shot straight I don't see a need to chase it
Trying to fight the urge, till it's something to replace it
I welcome ya'll to be my co-pilot's on this spaceship

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Joe Budden]
Me and the gang would get so blunted
We'd order takeout from the Chinese store
Say make sure you bring change for a hundred
Rob em, safety on the metals off, figured if we beat the brake off em
Then how the flucks he gonna pedal off
Some live and die by the high, I was born by it
Cause 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, diligent
So I whispered to her, bet you wouldn't mind chillin in
I got to know her on my sofa, I gave her an honorable discharge
And she took it like a soldier
Cause 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 handlin life you'll be on the same level

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Crooked I]
When I was 5 this what my father said, I shoulda pulled you out and
Left you on ya mama's waterbed, you ask me my Pap is dead
Alcoholic genes from him, since a toddler bottle fed
Put me in ya stainless, I'm brainless, I'm a hollow-head
My life was the craziest, suprised I'm even walking
Can you blame me if I'm Atheist, but I ain't Stephen Hawkin
I know God is in my radius, I can see him often
In the face of an inoccent baby, but not when Preachers talking
My people sleep in coffins, I miss em, I'm breakin down
In the face of a bad bitch, that I'm supposed to be taking down
Baby ride while I'm crying, I'm dying inside,
Cause 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 lift a drink
Apparently I need to get a shrink
How can therapy take care of me, when I don't give a fuck what niggas think?

[Chorus]