Painfully Sober

C'mon man, don't fuckin' do this (I have to)
Just- I'll get the money next week, just (nah)
Please (Yeah, yeah), fuck

I'm singing in the streets, out of tune (out of tune)
'Cause I am sober now
And my skin feels like it's fuckin' crawlin' again
'Cause I just need one more hit just to feel okay

I'm sober
So painfully sober
So painfully sober
And I don't know what to do
What to do, what to do, what to do

Fuck wit' the Spider Gang, you get bit
All you motherfuckers can't tell me shit
Walk around the city with a goddamn bag
When I was growin' up kids called me a (shh)
Now I can't numb my pain, don't care 'bout the money and the fame
(I'm getting really fuckin' sick of this shit)

These drugs just make mе fade away
Always said you felt the samе ol' way
Like you used to, wish I never used to like I did
(Like I did, like I-)

I don't wanna be sober
Wake up think I finna lose my mind
Why you leave me? Why you waste my time?
Why you up there? Are you upset? (all this time)
Now you can't come back
The way that you left (I would make my meth)
Don't know us, I don't know a thing about us
My drugs, every day I need my drugs
Shits bust, bitch bad but she playin' like Rust
Lookin' back at it, can't believe that was us

I know you see me hittin' up your phone
You don't like to pick up
But I wish you would (I wish you would)
And I know you're sick and fuckin' tired of it all
And I don't wanna make up
But I don't want bad blood
(I don't want bad blood, oh)



Credits
Writer(s): Edwin Antonio Chirino
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