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• Artiste: Cheap Sober
• Titre: Wake Up
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20,000 years ago Grandpa Lucifer said it's better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven Well, I'm tired of serving in Hell! Cheap Sober Sydney’s Worst Skitzo Production Wake up, Wake up I wake up in dirty motels Drug fucked from the ice that I smoke so well Have X-rated sex with girls that won’t tell My long term girlfriend that drowns in her own hell No help for her till she finds the right guy And gets away from me to go and see the bright light Before she met me she was in a nice life Till I brang the havoc in my self inflicted Ice crimes I fly by and damage everything around her If she didn’t meet me, she wouldn’t of found herd But thats not enough I take her down and pound her Trap her in the dark, gritty grown in a outburst[?] Will I ever wake up? Will I ever wake up? Will I ever wake up? Will I ever wake up? I wake up in a gutter, with a long neck My legs feel like rubber, from the long trek I stink of Bundy chuckup[?] and bong breath Finially realised Im a fuck up, Im a bomb wreck I reach out and try and touched my angels But they covered in blood, wings broken and mangled Tried and take a sharp left, tried a different angle But find myself lost tied up and strangled I dangle in the sky of black clouds With a handful of the lies I hacked down I [?] To handle my devilish side in the mans house Will I ever wake up? Will I ever wake up? Will I ever wake up? Will I ever wake up? I wake up and I fall to pieces Drown in the horror core beats [?] Nobody can save us not even Jesus I speak heaps when the beat leaves this deepness[?] My weakness is [?] When I take them down the trail of drug stores and pub brawls Fucked more dumb whores than the Funkwhore[?] And leave them stranded some hall[?] where thugs crawl My front lawn is dead grass and concrete Move up forward, [?] scared hard to stomp feet[?] I run short and some thoughts they stop me From loving a young whore that comes for my lost dreams Will I ever wake up? Will I ever wake up? Will I ever wake up? Will I ever wake up?