M-16 - Sobriety s**s lyrics

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M-16 - Sobriety s**s lyrics

[Intro] I don't know what the f** I did with my wallet, where'd it go? Hey mate can I get it into the phone to call my people ‘cuz I lost my phone too? I don't think that's him, what you ask for? One two three f** it up One two three f** it up One two three f** it up One two three let's go [Hook] Eeey! I'm the life of the party Eeey! Look what I just started Eeey! How you doin', what's up? Now everybody raise your cups and sing Sobriety s**s, sobriety s**s Sobriety s**s, sobriety s**s Sobriety s**s, sobriety s**s Man I never wanna grow up Sobriety s**s [Verse 1] People think it so cool to see me drink all this Jack Man I don't know what I started, sometimes I think it's so whack They give me shot after shot after shot and shot after that Want me to lose it, asked to be in front of people and rap Okay it's all fun and games until I buckle and snap I know you know who I am, you're a fan of these raps But I'm not in the mood for you to ask for it autographed Look at your hand and I laugh when you reach out for a dap Because I'd rather be rude than cool, matter of fact Man I'm just lookin' to fight, that's why some people get slapped I don't mean to be mean, just seein' my inner demons So be aware when I sluggish be muggin', drunked up and leanin' Because you thinkin' [Hook] [Verse 2] Someone go buy me some help, if I don't drink I can't sleep Pa**ed out in all of my clothes, my shoes are still on my feet I go to bed around 2 and wake up a quarter pa**ed 3 Go to the bathroom and throw back up everything that I eat My body's so overworked I look in mirrors and weep Feel like I'm 50 years old, look like I'm restin' in peace I'm a ghost, I'm a zombie, my brain is grilled as salami Chest is achein', I'm shakin', I kinda feel like my mommy Couldn't tell me to quit, ‘cuz I don't listen to sh** ‘Cuz afternoon around 6, I twist the cap on the 5th And that's just to keep from bendin' like I'm ‘bout to be sick From all this stress and anxiety of celebrity sh** I'm suicidal as f**, I'm dyin' slow in my cup I hear this sh** way too much; “Michael you've had enough” My baby's tryin' to save me but I just scream and I cuss I'm usin' her like a crutch, baby sobriety s**s [Hook]

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