Nate Walka - Over Being Sober Lyrics
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    Over Being Sober

    [Chorus: Mat Musto]
    Come on, let's all get lit up
    Like the stars, let's get up
    Bring your girls and medicine
    Roll one up, and let's get begin
    I'm over bein' sober, over bein' sober
    Only gettin' older, only gettin' older
    I'm over bein'

    [Verse 1: Nate Walka]
    Sober, hitter get it hot, no toaster
    Roast ya, bright red cups, no coaster
    Shorty over there got her legs crossed, closed up
    Shot her the Ciroc, now she open likе folders
    We be in thе back gettin' poured up
    Five cups in, make my world spin slower
    Empty, load up, class in the morning, bruh
    Yeah, and so what? I ain't gettin' wrote up
    Homie, I'ma roll up, everybody toe up
    Party gettin' turnt up, plants gettin' burnt up
    Hold up, I must be out my mind
    Man, I caught a chick that look like that [?]

    [Chorus: Mat Musto]
    Come on, let's all get lit up
    Like the stars, let's get up
    Bring your girls and medicine
    Roll one up, and let's get begin
    I'm over bein' sober, over bein' sober
    Only gettin' older, only gettin' older
    I'm over bein'

    [Verse 2: Kyle Lucas]
    Okay, there's people sayin' I changed
    Fuck has gotten into me?
    I was poppin' pills before I got up in this industry
    Poppin' all the models, popstar energy
    You should see the shots in the pictures they be sendin' me
    They tell me live it up, appreciate the moment
    Two shots down, Percocet [?]
    I'm so far from sober
    I ain't tryna hide bein' high, come over [?]
    Lungs like a motor, cut grass, mower
    Spark it all up, man, my eyes get lower
    Go and roll up, [?]
    This codeine coma got me cold as a Minnesota, man
    You know what? Shit, I'm toe up
    Seal the deal, these chicks are gettin' sewn up
    Hours keep passin', time movin' slower
    Take a few shots, baby, give it a shot

    [Chorus: Mat Musto]
    Come on, let's all get lit up
    Like the stars, let's get up
    Bring your girls and medicine
    Roll one up, and let's get begin
    I'm over bein' sober, over bein' sober
    Only gettin' older, only gettin' older
    I'm over bein'

    [Verse 3: Machine Gun Kelly]
    Sober
    Somebody call up the chauffeur (Brr)
    I can't even stand, I'm on the wall with the poster
    Mazel tov-in' when ain't nothin' 'bout us kosher
    Chuck tees, fuck dress codes and penny loafers
    Stayin' sober's impossible when you fuck with me
    Stayin' on the earth is illogical when you puff with me
    And forget clothes, they obstacles when you up with me
    Fuck the police, 'cause it no hand-cuffin' me
    All my girls bad, I call 'em detention
    By the way they hangin' from my balls, they look like suspension
    If the liquor's in the freezer, I'm in that bitch like a penguin
    So whenever you rage, you gotta mention Kells

    [Chorus: Mat Musto]
    Come on, let's all get lit up
    Like the stars, let's get up
    Bring your girls and medicine
    Roll one up, and let's get begin
    I'm over bein' sober, over bein' sober
    Only gettin' older, only gettin' older
    I'm over bein'

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