Top Songs By Hate Being Sober
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hate Being Sober
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Naylor
Songwriter
Lee Brinkworth
Songwriter
Abbie Wilson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Why would I scream 'fore'
When I can talk sense into you and beat you the 'fair way'
I can 'pitch and putt' my point across on the airwaves
I could beat you in the open
Or on a Sunday afternoon straight after the Lord's Prayer
And that's not even a wrestling pun (Nah)
I'm not aiming to be done until they all stare
Quickly swallow that 'E' until I'm in an all star game
If only I didn't have that poor start, when I was piss poor
Coz when I started to spit it would quickly piss down and pour rain
I would rather forfeit fame, than go through that game again
If you were to walk in my shoes I don't think you'd have much to say
That's where I think different
That's where Brinkworth says (Listen)
I've got the type of mentality that could even shut Michael Jordan down
Like the '89 Pistons
(Woo)
I'd dunk on you fuckers and call you a poor excuse
Of a lyricist,
It's like I'm Kel and the pen is my orange juice
Or is that orange soda for the older viewers
Sod it, I'll just live down another mistake
Like when I let my life sink down in the sewers
Fuck it, I'll never figure out how big I could have been
If I figured out how to treat certain figures in the scene
They'd rather just point fingers aimed at me, instead of interfering
It could have all been intervened
Forget it listen here
Even if we went out in a blaze of glory, you still couldn't steal my ear
Still couldn't steal my dignity
When I said Im gonna kill em ya know, I meant it literally
In a literal sense and with a literacy
When i'm writing a rhyme it's like an epitaph
Better laugh when im bringing meta to severe enemies second half
Credit that to somebody else
Cuz i never get caught red handed, i planned it
A mantis, preying on an ant and I've landed
(Yeah)
I do not think that they ready yet
Get ready set, No don't you dare
I get the feeling that most of these rappers they feeling are way unprepared
There's just no way they compare
Even at my age no way that its fair
You get no points out here winning a race against those who severely impaired
Why the fuck aint we there?
Living how them other rappers living up in isolation
Streaming like they haven't got a care?!?
Instead
Find im living how im always fucking living
Depressed
In isolation feeling aint nobody care (Yeah)
Life aint never fair but you fare better when you gain control of your affairs
When it's fair weather you gon' notice everybody there
So make a note of folk who there when there's rain in the air
Cuzzzzzzz
Cuz that's when you'll notice if they really got your back
Cuz most of the time you will find its the ones that surround you
That hold you back
Now I grown to notice that
When you unnoticed there's no time to phone you back
Maintain your focus and cut off the waste in fact
They be the ones who now pissed I aint wrote em back
Listen
Cuz they dont understand what it's like living life down here down here
Well fuck off
Ya phone calls cutoff
Your whole crew gon soft
Everybody's tripping as i climb on top of
The whole scene lock' off
See me Im Sir Alex with my verse
I'll embarrass you with words
Those who sat upon their perch
Guaranteed get knock' off
Dangerous
Yeah that's what they gon label us
So deft, like Mata when I take a touch
Whilst they left like Lukaku as a waste of
Shhhhhhhhhhh
Look, words into something that could turn into something
All we needs a little faith in us
I said the waiting is over
We Hate Being Sober, it's you who gon be chasing us
(Uh) Dangerous
Change is coming and it's difficult obtaining justice
The evidence sits right there
They aint see it
Like an elephant sitting in the corner of the room
Like a television
You couldn't get this far
Nah your metal detector cant detect this bar
And its gold and totally non reactive
To the bullshit coming out their jaws that's flapping
I never wanna be solo again
Do it with no hands like solo again
No i never wanna be so low that i gotta watch my moves like go pro again
Let it go to the end cuz my flows so heavy that it don't stop coming
Like i opened a vein
Never choking again until i choke you outside in the rain
Let the evidence float down the drain
Like pennywise
I'm not clowning i done this many times
And i'm not drowning
Beginning a steady rise
Up to the top of the game
Like snakes and ladders i avoid the fake ones
I'm already climbing
Now im on to a winner
See a fake bitch on to me and then I chin her
Off quick
Get a drop kick and tell me
How does it feel to get beat by a little goth bitch
Writer(s): Mark Naylor
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