The Sober Up - Mack Wilds

New to this drinking thing

Mindset on a new plane

Call it jet-ways

I’m wishing you would fly my way

Wishing you would fly my way

I’m fighting these feelings caged

'cuz they lock me down

As liquor courses my veins

…i think i need another drink

I think i need another drink

It’s the key to the lock, love

Tell this woman that i fought love

As tears drop, jack shots to heart, love

The burn mends the broken parts, love

Put my pride to the side

Ego my amigo, but this henny’s like a prize

Well, it was

I mean, it got me feeling buzzed

But lost touch got me wanting more than it was

So i call back

Bad luck like a black cat

Cadillac, lilac, and some boombap

…a nigga off track

You never hit back

And now i’m staring at this phone, screaming «fight back»

And i knew you never would, we ain’t on the same drug

Funny that this thing’s called love

Its time to sober up

I gotta sober up

Wishing you would fly my way

Wishing you would fly my way