Can't Sleep Sober Songtext
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Ayy, I think they wanna see me down
Wanna see the kid lose his grip, yeah
But dawg, they was never on shift
From the bottom, all I really know is flip, yeah
I was tryna' get it right now
I was ready, 2012, they was tryna hold me down, yeah
Fast forward and I'm winnin' even more
Ain't keep the score but if I was
Y'all would be really fucked up, man
My joint stuffed up grams
Wanna see the kid lose his grip, yeah
But dawg, they was never on shift
From the bottom, all I really know is flip, yeah
I was tryna' get it right now
I was ready, 2012, they was tryna hold me down, yeah
Fast forward and I'm winnin' even more
Ain't keep the score but if I was
Y'all would be really fucked up, man
My joint stuffed up grams
I don't give a fuck 'bout friends?
Everyone I ever loved went and found a better love
Lost Ariana, been fucked up since, yeah
And you still in the back of my mind, yeah
The back of my mind, yeah
Now I'm chasin' after my high, yeah
After my high, yeah
Yeah, now my cup full, oh well
I don't give a fuck how y'all feel
Fuck 'em all still
I ain't ever said that I was perfect, dawg
I just hide my flaws well, I'm from where they all sell
And you don't need to have a prescription
You either trap or trapped in addiction
Lost friends, I don't happen to miss 'em
Lost sense but I'm back on the mission
Back up in the bag, getting bigger, muhfucka
Yeah, Hugh the coldest out It's like I got work in the slowest drought
It's like I got first and you notice now
So if I ever drop a verse, you should focus, pal
I hold it down like gravity, man, I know these hoes mad at me
Boyfriends wanna throw a jab at me but actually that's a bad call
Like you got it wrong, you get the dial tone
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, holmes, pull up in a tank
If I was from down south, woulda been the same
On I-95, high, switchin' lanes
I see the bigger pic, y'all still in the picture frame
That's a Snapchat to Picasso
I could probably paint a picture with my eyes closed
I could probably dash on 'em with no Roscoe
And you'll still get the message like a iPhone, so I am wrong?
Always being on airplane, when I stay high the fuck up in the air, mane
All my grizzly muhfuckas couldn't bear pain
Kinda like I did, still I stood a lot bitch
I ain't drop a eyelid, all I did was grind shit
On some always high shit, always with a bomb chick
She tryna ride dick, I ain't never wife the cheap bitch, yeah
But if I hit it, she gon' slice the meat quick, yeah
I ain't gotta tell 'em that we next
They know my crew next, fuck a V-neck
Probably dye my hair green on some Heath Ledge shit
Just to show, that he was a fuckin' weed head, bitch
So where we headed if it's not the top?
I'm eight miles ahead, I might Papa Doc
They say they stand up dudes, they pop a squat
If I pop up but I probably not, 'cause I probably pop
And we ain't gotta go there
So rare, ain't no wonder why these hoes stare
'Cause I'm elevated kinda like no stairs
Put 'em on game, muhfucka, I'm your coach here
Yeah, I really don't care, swear I ain't nothing like I once was
City made me fucked up, I don't give a fuck, bro
And I'm not a virgin, life fucked us all
And we probably burners while we probably burnin' all day (Burnin' all day)
And we stay high all night, tryna' hide our dark
Hope you find your light, and we be lyin' all night, yeah
'Cause we can't sleep sober, rolling fire all night, yeah
But I can't be colder, no, no, yeah, ayy
And I can't sleep sober no more, yeah
But I can't be colder, no, no, yeah
Like I can't sleep sober no more, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah
Look at what you've done to me
Look at what you've done, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Look at what you've done, yeah
Stayin' high, catchin' flies
That is all I really do to cope, girl
Where were you when I need you the most, girl?
You just a ghost, yeah
Oh God, no-no, yeah
Stayin' high, catchin' flies
That is all I really do to cope, yeah
Where were you when I need you the most, yeah
You just went ghost, yeah
We stay high all day
And we stay high all night, yeah
We can't sleep sober, no, no, no
We can't sleep sober, no, no, no, yeah
And we stay high all day
And we stay high all night, yeah
We can't sleep sober, no, no, no
We can't sleep sober, no, no, no, yeah
Everyone I ever loved went and found a better love
Lost Ariana, been fucked up since, yeah
And you still in the back of my mind, yeah
The back of my mind, yeah
Now I'm chasin' after my high, yeah
After my high, yeah
Yeah, now my cup full, oh well
I don't give a fuck how y'all feel
Fuck 'em all still
I ain't ever said that I was perfect, dawg
I just hide my flaws well, I'm from where they all sell
And you don't need to have a prescription
You either trap or trapped in addiction
Lost friends, I don't happen to miss 'em
Lost sense but I'm back on the mission
Back up in the bag, getting bigger, muhfucka
Yeah, Hugh the coldest out It's like I got work in the slowest drought
It's like I got first and you notice now
So if I ever drop a verse, you should focus, pal
I hold it down like gravity, man, I know these hoes mad at me
Boyfriends wanna throw a jab at me but actually that's a bad call
Like you got it wrong, you get the dial tone
I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, holmes, pull up in a tank
If I was from down south, woulda been the same
On I-95, high, switchin' lanes
I see the bigger pic, y'all still in the picture frame
That's a Snapchat to Picasso
I could probably paint a picture with my eyes closed
I could probably dash on 'em with no Roscoe
And you'll still get the message like a iPhone, so I am wrong?
Always being on airplane, when I stay high the fuck up in the air, mane
All my grizzly muhfuckas couldn't bear pain
Kinda like I did, still I stood a lot bitch
I ain't drop a eyelid, all I did was grind shit
On some always high shit, always with a bomb chick
She tryna ride dick, I ain't never wife the cheap bitch, yeah
But if I hit it, she gon' slice the meat quick, yeah
I ain't gotta tell 'em that we next
They know my crew next, fuck a V-neck
Probably dye my hair green on some Heath Ledge shit
Just to show, that he was a fuckin' weed head, bitch
So where we headed if it's not the top?
I'm eight miles ahead, I might Papa Doc
They say they stand up dudes, they pop a squat
If I pop up but I probably not, 'cause I probably pop
And we ain't gotta go there
So rare, ain't no wonder why these hoes stare
'Cause I'm elevated kinda like no stairs
Put 'em on game, muhfucka, I'm your coach here
Yeah, I really don't care, swear I ain't nothing like I once was
City made me fucked up, I don't give a fuck, bro
And I'm not a virgin, life fucked us all
And we probably burners while we probably burnin' all day (Burnin' all day)
And we stay high all night, tryna' hide our dark
Hope you find your light, and we be lyin' all night, yeah
'Cause we can't sleep sober, rolling fire all night, yeah
But I can't be colder, no, no, yeah, ayy
And I can't sleep sober no more, yeah
But I can't be colder, no, no, yeah
Like I can't sleep sober no more, yeah, yeah, ayy
Yeah
Look at what you've done to me
Look at what you've done, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Look at what you've done, yeah
Stayin' high, catchin' flies
That is all I really do to cope, girl
Where were you when I need you the most, girl?
You just a ghost, yeah
Oh God, no-no, yeah
Stayin' high, catchin' flies
That is all I really do to cope, yeah
Where were you when I need you the most, yeah
You just went ghost, yeah
We stay high all day
And we stay high all night, yeah
We can't sleep sober, no, no, no
We can't sleep sober, no, no, no, yeah
And we stay high all day
And we stay high all night, yeah
We can't sleep sober, no, no, no
We can't sleep sober, no, no, no, yeah
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