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 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 like foldеrs

We be in the back gеttin' poured up

Five cups in, make my world spin slower

Empty, load up, class in the mornin', 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 Omarosa fine, haha

[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 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 (Yeah)

Poppin' all the models, popstar energy

You should see the shots in the pictures they be sendin' me (Haha)

They tell me live it up, appreciate the moment

Two shots down, Percocet in the zone (Come on)

I'm so far from sober

I ain't tryna hide bein' high, I'm over being covert (Woo)

Lungs like a motor, cut grass, mower

Spark it all up, man, my eyes get lower

Go and roll up, then don't go (Yeah)

This codeine coma got me cold as a Minnesota, man

You know what? Shit, I'm toe up

Seal the deal, th-th-these chicks are gettin' sewn up (Come on)

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 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 (Woah)

Mazel tov-in' all night when ain't nothin' 'bout us kosher

Chuck Ts, fuck dress codes and penny loafers (Go)

Stayin' sober's impossible when you fuck with me (Let's go)

Stayin' on the Earth is illogical when you puff with me (Go)

And forget clothes, they obstacles when you up with me

Fuck the police, 'cause it no hand-cuffin' me (No)

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 begin

I'm over bein' sober, over bein' sober

Only gettin' older, only gettin' older

I'm over bein'