Kieran Bright & Backwood Boy - Sober

Aye, whoah

I was walking down the street late at night
I was zooted I forgot about my flight
Just smoked an ounce got me higher than a kite
Where were you when I was down and needed light
I just poured up a four by myself
Number (N)ine, Goyard on the belt
Glock under the pillow, shoty on the shelf
I'm off the xans nigga, can't you tell
Kicking doors yeah, I was off the lean
Smoked a nigga with a choppa with a beam
Popped a xan yeah, it felt like it's a dream
Spending cash like these hundreds grow on trees
Yeah, aye, so high, yeah
Aye, aye

I can't never be too sober
Popped a couple xans, I was moving slower
Smoking on some gas yeah, smoking on that odor
Sipping on some lean in the middle of October

Yeah, riding around in that rover
Diamonds they reflect, diamonds they so solar
Diamonds they so cold, diamonds they so polar
When I cut her off she was salty, no kosher
I love the money, I love this cash
Run up on me, you get stabbed, wait
I ain't even tote a knife
Pour the dirty in the sprite
I mix the oxy with the lean
I don't know you, you a fiend
People say they real but they so fake
I can't wait till' I got designer on my waist, yeah
Point the glizzy to your face, aye
You ain't running no race, aye
I'm in first, you can't keep a pace
Yeah, yeah

I can't never be too sober
Popped a couple xans, I was moving slower
Smoking on some gas yeah, smoking on that odor
Sipping on some lean in the middle of October

Written by:
Jonathan Mar, Nelson Dowden

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