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Sober Up Lyrics - Mood Muzik 4 - Joe Budden

I broke down a while ago 

Finally picking up the pieces 

Memoirs I had are undefeated 

I 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 conceited 

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

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

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

Its 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 fee l like I got the right too 

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

And it will prove that pain killers never murdered nothing 

All it did was make me succumb put ice in me 

Now revenge is the place it takes me from 

I'm strong 

 

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Strong enough to catch contact (?) 

Smell it as soon as you get in my ride 

See with me, rules never apply 

Don't tell me how I should live my life 

Put your seat back, got it if you need that 

You should really f-ck with me 

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

 

Listen up as the center reports 

My inner thoughts are like a inner war 

Head exact as a trembling force on my mental ward 

Men are distraught 

Every word from his sentence the boss 

It's brought to you like the people your minister's 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 report, pricey condo's at a minimal cost 

My train of thought ain't as simple as yours 

So if our paths happen to accidentally cross 

I pray that you can overlook all my miniature flaws 

Until then lets let the bass kick 

Take the shots great I don't see a need to chase it 

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

I welcome ya'll to be my co-pilots on this spaceship 

 

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Yo, me and the game would get so blunted 

We'd order take out from the Chinese stores 

They make sure you bring change for a hundred 

Rob em, safety on the metal's off 

Figured if we beat the breaks off em 

Then how the f-ck was he gon pedal off 

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

Since Pac gave my mom the needle like go on try it 

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

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

She was so militant, disciplined, diligent 

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

I got to know her on my sofa 

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

Since 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 to handle life you'll be on the same level 

 

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Crooked I 

When I was five this what my father said 

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

You asked me, my poppa's dead 

Alcoholic jeans from him since a toddler bottle fed 

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

My life was the craziest 

Surprised I'm even walking, can you blame me if I'm atheist 

But I ain't Stephen Hawkings 

I know God is in my radius 

I can see him walking in the face of an innocent baby but not when preacher,s talking 

My people sleep in coffins I miss em I'm breaking 

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 beside a giant leviathan and I'm hiding from the World 

They hit me with everything but the kitchen sink 

How ironic? same place I vomit when I lick 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! 

 

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