Nate Walka, Mat Musto, Kyle Lucas - Over Being Sober lyrics

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 begin
I'm over bein' sober, over bein' sober
Only gettin' older, only gettin' older
I'm over bein'

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 like foldеrs
We be in the back gеttin' 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 I'm a rosify

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 begin
I'm over bein' sober, over bein' sober
Only gettin' older, only gettin' older
I'm over bein'

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 in the zone
I'm so far from sober
I ain't tryna hide bein' high
Come over being covert
Lungs like a motor, cut grass, mower
Spark it all up, man, my eyes get lower
Go and roll up, then don't go
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

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 begin
I'm over bein' sober, over bein' sober
Only gettin' older, only gettin' older
I'm over bein'

Sober somebody call up the chauffeur (Brr)
I can't even stand
I'm on the wall with the poster
Mazel tov-in' all night when ain't
Nothin' 'bout us kosher
Chuck T's, 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

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 begin
I'm over bein' sober, over bein' sober
Only gettin' older, only gettin' older
I'm over bein'