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Sober
Alternative Rap
Sober was released on November 19, 2021 by DARK MATTER ENTERTAINMENT as a part of the album Sober
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AlbumSober
Release DateNovember 19, 2021
LabelDARK MATTER ENTERTAINMENT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dark Matter
Dark Matter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Wells
Jacob Wells
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drew Dugan
Drew Dugan
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I don't know how
I'm holding up
Cuz I can't get sleep
I could sober up
But I'd rather drink
This shit is toxic
I'm nauseas up off this
Roxy and vodka fifth
And this ganja, I'm nodding
Behind the wheel of the car I'm in
Tryna get home to this broad I'm with
Bitch this shit should be obvious
I hate you ain't no cause of it
Don't call me cuz I'm callin' it
I'm often off of this bottle of
Prescription pills just to sleep
And I gotta swallow my problems
Suspending sorrow with drinks at the bar
Slacking off in the bathroom and
Jacking off in the sink
Then wilding out smacking asses
Of bitches smiling at me
So don't ask me why I feel crappy
Cuz I never been all that happy
I got my ass beat by bullies
That seemed happy to laugh at me
I thought that the police could not catch me
Till I got caught up with them GLAD baggies
Then I got shipped off to the yard
And I had to clench up my ass cheeks
In school they called me a smart ass
My teachers said we could all pass, but
When the time came for the cap and gown
I'm the one who did not pass
I've been called this and called that
Since I was a kid with a wiffle ball bat
Getting constantly scoffed at in my ball caps
Depression made me take long naps and
This is not at all that I thought that
Life would be like as a grown up, but sho nuff
It got worse and it sucks much more than growing up
Where the hell is the fun at
No more recess a lunch pass
Has got me used to a future
Of working hard for some dumb ass
Don't know how
I'm holding up
Cuz I can't get sleep
I could sober up
But I'd rather drink
I swear to God
That all these thoughts of
Getting shot or even offing
Myself often have got me
Walking inside my coffin
I keep on talking to my walls
And I can't stop it
Cash keeps flying outta my pockets
I'm exhausted, the reaper's watching
And all this pot smoke's got me coughing
She eat my meat like some venison
I feel free off this medicine
Imma find me a feminist
Be like feed me a sandwich bitch
Man, this oxy has got me addicted
I'm shitting bricks
I told her just lick the tip
And instead she sat on my dick
My mama put me on the Ritalin
I'm busy spitting these limericks
I keep on itching for the paper
Like I've got herpes or syphilis
My teachers said I was gifted
But gifted don't get you shit in
This fucked up world that we live in
So get the fuck out my business
It's like I'm hot out the kitchen
But I do not squat while I'm pissing
But I've got no pot to begin with
Like when I was locked up in prison
God never sent me a message
Don't think I'll make it to heaven
Sometimes I feel like I'm dead
From this hell on earth we all live in
The devil's real I'm not kidding
He lives in us and discrimination
Is not something that applies
When Death is kidnapping your vision
I wish somebody would listen
My skin is scabbing from picking
I can't keep holding up sober
I'm either high or I'm drinking
I don't know how
I'm holding up
Cuz I can't get sleep
I could sober up
But I'd rather drink
Written by: Jacob Wells
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