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Hate Being Sober
12,911
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hate Being Sober was released on June 16, 2025 by Lil Twin as a part of the album Hate Being Sober - Single
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Release DateJune 16, 2025
LabelLil Twin
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
0617Liltwin
0617Liltwin
Vocals
Lil.Twin
Lil.Twin
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamari Hull
Jamari Hull
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anson
Anson
Producer
Differentmoney
Differentmoney
Co-Producer

Lyrics

Uh-uh
Uh (That boy is Different Money)
Boy, I think about it every night and day (Anson on the track)
I'm addicted, wanna drown inside your love
Uh, uh
I hope I ain't goin' to Hell
They said they love me, I can't tell
I love my mama, I can't fail
That pussy got smell, I can't nail
These **** been hoes since back then
He runnin' from shit like Pac-Man (Uh, uh)
I want them drugs, get higher
Off drink, I'm movin' too slow
Bounce out, we swingin' four-door
Can't find no love, ain't no more (Yeah)
Can't fall in love with no ho
Sat back, I'm back in go mode
She wanna spend some nights
I told her she can come over
My brother died, he gone
I hate when I gotta be sober
How the hell heat come on?
But I'm in the room, it still was gettin' colder
You wanted to see me make it
I'm mad, I can't even fake it
Inside, my body vacant
You gon' win, just be patient
Bounce out like I'm a Haitian
I'm only money chasin'
Uh, I'm only money chasin'
New TRX, we racin'
I keep on switchin' lanes
He gone, uh
He gone, I hate the pain
Mm, uh, alright, uh
I gotta make shit better
Bounce out, we swing together
Won't see me on no stretcher
ARP, shell catcher
I run shit down from a hundred yards, I feel like Devin Hester
I throw a bullet, catch it
I like her better naked
She don't know nothin' but sell it
You a queen, let you tell it
Ghost Glocks, they used to mail it
They jam, but still tap melons
Ghost Glocks, they used to, uh
They jam, but still tap melons
Ghost Glocks, they used to, uh
They jam, but still tap melons
I hope I ain't goin' to Hell
They said they love me, I can't tell
I love my mama, I can't fail
That pussy got smell, I can't nail
These **** been hoes since back then
He runnin' from shit like Pac-Man (Uh, uh)
I want them drugs, get higher
Off drink, I'm movin' too slow
Bounce out, we swingin' four-door
Can't find no love, ain't no more (Yeah)
Can't fall in love with no ho
Sat back, I'm back in go mode
She wanna spend some nights
I told her she can come over
My brother died, he gone
I hate when I gotta be sober
Uh, I hate when I gotta, uh
I hate when I gotta, uh
I hate when I gotta be sober
Written by: Jamari Hull
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