Sober Thoughts SONG LYRICS

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Yeah, we fuck today 
We fight tomorrow then we fuck again 
I fuck her homie, she find out 
Then she fuck my man 
Then I hit her and I tell her she a piece of shit 
Then she called the cops and say 
You always make me sick 
Then we fuck again, we make it up 
And then we're back to where we used to be 
And usually, it take like two or three 
Sometimes it last a week 
Then we fight again, then I fuck her friend 
This cycle never ends 
That same little nigger yelling out that west side 
Was that same motherfucker in that drive-by 
West side till I'm motherfucker DI 
East side get the love when I get high 
Pop bottles and I forget you even exist 
Rally at the cathedral, throw up then have a fit 
Baby girl doing better with a thorn when I'm so deep in the pussy 
Make a star child 
Sober kids with sober thoughts 
And it's ok 'cause baby, I got what you want 
Sober kids with sober thoughts 
And it's ok 'cause baby, I got what you want 
Good music, I got that 
Good head, I got that 
Sweet chains, we got that 
Want beef, I'm 'bout that 
Good music, I got that 
Yeah, yeah, I got that 
Been thinking about getting this tatt' all on my face 
Who gives a fuck, nobody get to see me anyway 
My uncle hear this shit, and he probably be mortified 
I'm only 20 years old, sounding like I'm 45 
Sweet lullabies and lies is what can keep us driving 
And when I finally get a car I didn't steal it, I'm riding thighs 
And penny skirts and dinner dresses, all the finest linen 
And the highest fabric backseats, daddy rattling, I'm an addict for you 
Such a passion for you, never asked for much 
Except a little loyalty, some head, and Actavis 
Swear it's meant for us but I don't give a fuck 
Prediction is the purest way of love that will engine us 
Drink driving, drunk driving, phone posits, autopilot 
Coin wallet, we hiding 
Heavenly Father, don't be mad at me 
You may not come when I want You 
But You're right on time 
Sober kids with sober thoughts 
And it's ok 'cause baby, I got what you want 
Sober kids with sober thoughts 
And it's ok 'cause baby, I got what you want 
Good music, I got that 
Good head, I got that 
Sweet chains, we got that 
Want beef, I'm 'bout that 
Good music, I got that 
Good head, I got that 
Sweet chains, we got that 
Want beef, I'm 'bout that 
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Sober Thoughts - GoldLink Song Lyrics

Yeah, we fuck today
We fight tomorrow then we fuck again
I fuck her homie, she find out
Then she fuck my man
Then I hit her and I tell her she a piece of shit
Then she called the cops and say
You always make me sick
Then we fuck again, we make it up
And then we're back to where we used to be
And usually, it take like two or three
Sometimes it last a week
Then we fight again, then I fuck her friend
This cycle never ends
That same little nigger yelling out that west side
Was that same motherfucker in that drive-by
West side till I'm motherfucker DI
East side get the love when I get high
Pop bottles and I forget you even exist
Rally at the cathedral, throw up then have a fit
Baby girl doing better with a thorn when I'm so deep in the pussy
Make a star child
Sober kids with sober thoughts
And it's ok 'cause baby, I got what you want
Sober kids with sober thoughts
And it's ok 'cause baby, I got what you want
Good music, I got that
Good head, I got that
Sweet chains, we got that
Want beef, I'm 'bout that
Good music, I got that
Yeah, yeah, I got that
Been thinking about getting this tatt' all on my face
Who gives a fuck, nobody get to see me anyway
My uncle hear this shit, and he probably be mortified
I'm only 20 years old, sounding like I'm 45
Sweet lullabies and lies is what can keep us driving
And when I finally get a car I didn't steal it, I'm riding thighs
And penny skirts and dinner dresses, all the finest linen
And the highest fabric backseats, daddy rattling, I'm an addict for you
Such a passion for you, never asked for much
Except a little loyalty, some head, and Actavis
Swear it's meant for us but I don't give a fuck
Prediction is the purest way of love that will engine us
Drink driving, drunk driving, phone posits, autopilot
Coin wallet, we hiding
Heavenly Father, don't be mad at me
You may not come when I want You
But You're right on time
Sober kids with sober thoughts
And it's ok 'cause baby, I got what you want
Sober kids with sober thoughts
And it's ok 'cause baby, I got what you want
Good music, I got that
Good head, I got that
Sweet chains, we got that
Want beef, I'm 'bout that
Good music, I got that
Good head, I got that
Sweet chains, we got that
Want beef, I'm 'bout that
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.

Sober Thoughts song lyrics