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tech rymes - sober up lyrics

[intro]
feel like i got the wind knocked out of me
you know sometimes i get too..
you know, lost in the sauce, can’t see things comin at all
me and you it was like f-ckin’ paradise
then a series of unfortunate events..sh-t sobered me up

[verse 1: tech rymes]
ain’t nothin’ better than a moanin’ mona lisa
on the coast of costa rica
gotta get this photo feature…
you posin’ for my motion pictures
oh jus’ listen
all these
all these moves i’m makin’ open doors
its like the motion sensors workin’ perfect
a few rows behind rosa parks
bouquet full of wild flowers
its hard to pick the rose a part
you know its us
2 of each like noah’s ark
smooth criminal in parts
dressed to k!ll and stole her heart
orders be in
shrimp at your place
cut to the chase
enough of this date
skip first base
get to home plate
now she upset
throw drinks in my face
your body is a piece of art, design and part divine
your rear end is rare, and hard to find
greet my neighbors with a smile
when i come into they view
cause they already know my name
and that’s courtesy of you
sometimes i get lost
and think its perfect and confuse
all of a sudden, feel worthless in a room
ya that sh-t done sobered me up

[hook: tech rymes]
im in my zone
everybody mind get blown
in a full room but still feel alone
that sh-t just sobered me up
come on, i can’t go alone
and my hands froze from holdin’ too long
that sh-t just sobered me up
sober me up(x5)
an she don’t trust no body
at all
but i’m the same way(x6)

[verse 2: tech rymes]
get it together
long legged lady
get it together
make it rain
don’t it feel good bein’ under the weather?
my push ups to your push up bras
tv says, “the bigger is better”
sober me up
back of the club
holdin’ me up
rosary clutch
“rosary clutch..”
“home be dust, that mean just die”
roll me a blunt, family get fly
“get you some paper”
“tech you got haters?”
“ye they too busy, holdin’ these nuts”
i got a girl, don’t even trust
when we role play, i won’t even cuff
got two in the front
got three in the back
tell me who doin’ it bigger than that?
tipping his hat
a dutch in my lap
a zip in the dash
“my mrs.? she wishes
thinkin’ i’m romeo
no i’m not miller
but this is a genuine draft”
i flirt with girls
don’t even try
sleepin’ wit my friend?
i don’t even mind
i miss my ex
i won’t even lie
so lonely inside
cup half full
codeine inside
atleast we alive
to only survive
i get you a dime
just throw me a five
watchin’ your mind an
slowly decline
told my homie
“just don’t drink an drive”
call me -ssh0l- and i concur wit you
that sh-t just sobered me up

[hook: tech rymes]

[outro: tech rymes]
sober me up
sober me up up up up up
sober me up(x2)
at all…
but i’m the same way(x3)

- tech rymes lyrics

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