Good When We’re Sober Songtext
von Catch

I said it′s Good When We're Sober but it′s better on congac
Yardman vibe, I beg you get me a strong back
I step in the booth like I'm ready for combat
Little man you ain't tough, you couldn′t wrestle a wombat
I went jail, put your name and your address on my contacts
Sent you bare letters and you never respond back
And yeah I forgave but I never forgot that
Now when you send texts I hardly ever respond back
And I hear I got the game on tenterhooks
When there′s beef in my hood, I'm who they tend to call
Go and run up on me you get your tendons cooked
All these arms around me i′mma need tentacles
If you don't die then you′re gonna be a vegetable
Your mum looking like you should have just went to school
I've seen bad boys snitch, you never read the rules?
Nah bro that′s never been acceptable
Or respectable
In this underworld, I've met hood heroes and felt underwhelmed
So I don't understand when you say you love me loads
When I hear bare jealousy in your undertone


I′ve hid bare firearms in the undergrowth
You see me doing well, you wanna stunt my growth?
You see me stuntin, cool
But you don′t wanna know
All the shit this underdog had to undergo
I said it's Good When We′re Sober, but it's better on weed
My life story′ll have you on the edge of your seat
Look I ain't changing anything I said on this beat
So I′m sorry Kenny, man you've got to edit and bleep
They give these dead rappers flowers, you should get them a wreath
Coz I'm hearing what they rap and it beggars belief
Cah bro when′s the last time you stepped on the streets?
Or waited for release or let your weapon release?
I said it′s Good When We're Sober
So let′s 'low the stimulants
Black is beautiful, brown is brilliance
Put the yack down and the loud and cigarettes
And now I can focus on how I′m hitting it
If I never went jail this might sound ridiculous
But I lost my freedom and found resilience
Stepped outta jail, I hopped out on diligence
Straight back to work, I bopped out on militance
And I'm still with my gun, I bop round and skiddedum
Praying that I don′t knock down civilians
I've been doing this since I was a childish idiot
From when TY lived on that house on Billington
We eat chicken foot in this house of immigrants
My mum bucket baths, I'm like how indigenous
I′m looking at this album pictures and
I′m thinking how since the hood took it I ain't found my innocence
And they say that drunk minds speak a sober tongue
So let′s drink Henny and loads of rum
Bae I know your body like I know my sums
So if I keep doing this I know you'll...
And if I hop off this motorbike I know you′ll run
So I creep on him like Chilli and Left-Eye
T-Bone steak and I'm sipping on red wine
But I′m more off a two piece chicken and hen guy
I'm on a date with this girl and she just giving me dead vibes
I'm nodding but I ain′t heard a thing that she said like
I zoned out time ago, I′m thinkin some next shit like
How many SIM cards are in my intestines?
Them boys tried to kill me I said "better luck next time"
I caught the boy slipping and I wet him up ten times
My young boy's itching to get on his ped, live
If he gets the green light you′re dead at the red light
No food in my fridge, but I got Hennessy there
No shooters in your clip but you got energy, bare
Speak on my name but they ain't letting me hear
Coz speak on the devil and the devil appears
Seven years in the wok felt like 70 years
Came home and girls say I look better with hair
God give me the strength cause everyone′s weird
I feel like I'm doing the Serenity prayer