Crooked I - Sober Up lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden - talking] High on life (Joey) J. Cardim, what up Parks, what up Dolla, what up I think we got one with this one baby Not really, I hate when n***as say sh** like that (Joey) Quick question though Y'all in that mood yet? Naw, naw they ain't hear me (I said), y'all in that mood yet? [Verse 1: Joe Budden] I broke down a while ago, finally picking up the pieces Memoirs on 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 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 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'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 paink**ers never murdered nothin All it did was make me succumb, put ice in me, make me numb When I revisit the places it takes me from, I'm sprung [Hook: Joe Budden] (I ain't tryin to sober up) Strong enough to catch contact by You smell it as soon as you get in my ride (I don't wanna 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 f** with me (I ain't tryin to sober up) Tell me if you wanna ride or die La la la la la la la la [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Listen up as a sinner reports, my inner thoughts like an inner war Headaches act as a tremblin force on my mental ward Mental's distraught, every word from this sinister boss Is brought to you by the people like your minister's Porsche Tight ropin 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 havin intercourse in a resort Criminal report, 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 (ta ha) Until then let's let the ba** kick Take a shot straight, I don't see a need to chase it Tryin to fight the urge 'til there's somethin to replace it I welcome y'all to be my co-pilots on this spaceship [Hook] [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Yo, me and the gang would get so blunted We'd order take out from the Chinese stores Say make sure you bring change for a hundred, rob him, safety on the metal's off Figured if we beat the brakes off him Then how the f** 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 n***a 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" and 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, I bet you [Hook] [Verse 4: Crooked I] When I was five, this what my father said "I should have pulled you out and left you on your mama's water bed" You ask me, my papa'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 Stephen Hawkins I know God is in my (radius), I can see him often In the face of an innocent baby but not when preacher's talkin (come on) My people sleep in coffins, I miss 'em, I'm breakin down In the face of a bad b**h that I'm 'posed to be takin down (Baby ridin while I'm cryin, I'm dyin inside Cause my pain is Poseidon or a giant Leviathan that I'm hidin 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 f** what n***as think? (Pull em off from me Joey) [Hook]