Can't get Sober

Hardcore Hip-Hop, Conscious Rap, Horrorcore, Boom Bap, Aggressive Rap, Technical Rap, Dark Ambient

[Intense, rapid beat kicks in with a distorted vocal sample and a haunting piano riff]

(Intro - Spoken, voice strained) Yeah...Check. They say the first step is admittin'you got a problem. What's the step when you keep trippin'on it? Huh? I'm talkin'to you... and I'm talkin' to me. Let's go.

(Verse 1 - Fast, technical, internal rhymes - Eminem Style) I'm standin'in the liquor store, a logical disaster My body's screamin'"run" but my brain's screamin' "faster" This ain't a choice,it's a choreographed catastrophe A demon in a bottle screamin'"come and grab at me" One drink for the pain,two drinks for the panic Three drinks and the room starts to spin like a manic Planet,I'm orbitin' the rim of a glass I'm past the point of no return,headin' for a crash This is a relapse,a collapse of the atlas That holds my world up,now it's shattered, what the hell is The point of tryin'when the void is so vast? One moment sober,but the next moment's my last.

(Chorus - Aggressive, melodic, anthemic - Token Style) They say"Just fight it!" Man, I'm tryin' to define it! This ain't a battle,it's a war I fight in private! One day clean,then I'm right back inside it! Pourin'the pain out, but I'm always the one to find it! This bottle's a villain,but it feels like a friend in the end! Promisin'peace but it's just a dead-end, again! I'M TRYNA GET SOBER BUT I CAN'T!

(Verse 2 - Punchy, confrontational, emotional - Dax Style) Yo,I see the disappointment in my reflection in the glass Askin'"How the hell did you get here?" and "How long's this gonna last?" I swore to God on Sunday,Monday I was on the floor Tuesday I'm apologizin'to the people I ignore Wednesday's a headache,Thursday's the shame Friday the itch is back,playin' the same stupid game I'm my own worst enemy,I'm the one who buys the poison I'm the voice that says"It's fine," I'm the reason that the noise in My head won't stop,I'm the one who turns the key I'm the prisoner and the warden,tell me, who's controllin' me? I'm sick of the cycle,the "I'm sorrys," the excuses I'm losin'the people I love, I'm producin' my own ruination This is a confession from a man possessed by his obsession.

(Chorus - More intense, voice cracking with emotion) They say"Just fight it!" Man, I'm tryin' to define it! This ain't a battle,it's a war I fight in private! One day clean,then I'm right back inside it! Pourin'the pain out, but I'm always the one to find it! This bottle's a villain,but it feels like a friend in the end! Promisin'peace but it's just a dead-end, again! I'M TRYNA GET SOBER BUT I CAN'T!

(Bridge - Beat strips back to just the piano. Flow slows, becomes raw and desperate) I'm not askin'for your sympathy, I don't deserve your pity I'm just trapped inside this city made of whiskey Every reason that I drink is the reason I should stop But the reason that I can't is the reason that I'm locked... In this...loop. Look. The man in the mirror's a liar,he's a fraud and he's tired. He sets a fire,then claims he got caught in the flames.

(Outro - Beat returns, chaotic and fading. Vocals are ragged, half-spoken) One more.That's what I said last time. One more. Just to quiet the noise.Just to numb the data. But it never is one,it's always the many. I'm tryna get sober...I swear to God I am... I'm tryna... ...I can't. (Beat cuts abruptly.Sound of a bottle clinking on glass, then silence.)

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[Intense, rapid beat kicks in with a distorted vocal sample and a haunting piano riff] (Intro - Spoken, voice strained) Yeah...Check. They say the first step is admittin'you got a problem. What's the step when you keep trippin'on it? Huh? I'm talkin'to you... and I'm talkin' to me. Let's go. (Verse 1 - Fast, technical, internal rhymes - Eminem Style) I'm standin'in the liquor store, a logical disaster My body's screamin'"run" but my brain's screamin' "faster" This ain't a choice,it's a choreographed catastrophe A demon in a bottle screamin'"come and grab at me" One drink for the pain,two drinks for the panic Three drinks and the room starts to spin like a manic Planet,I'm orbitin' the rim of a glass I'm past the point of no return,headin' for a crash This is a relapse,a collapse of the atlas That holds my world up,now it's shattered, what the hell is The point of tryin'when the void is so vast? One moment sober,but the next moment's my last. (Chorus - Aggressive, melodic, anthemic - Token Style) They say"Just fight it!" Man, I'm tryin' to define it! This ain't a battle,it's a war I fight in private! One day clean,then I'm right back inside it! Pourin'the pain out, but I'm always the one to find it! This bottle's a villain,but it feels like a friend in the end! Promisin'peace but it's just a dead-end, again! I'M TRYNA GET SOBER BUT I CAN'T! (Verse 2 - Punchy, confrontational, emotional - Dax Style) Yo,I see the disappointment in my reflection in the glass Askin'"How the hell did you get here?" and "How long's this gonna last?" I swore to God on Sunday,Monday I was on the floor Tuesday I'm apologizin'to the people I ignore Wednesday's a headache,Thursday's the shame Friday the itch is back,playin' the same stupid game I'm my own worst enemy,I'm the one who buys the poison I'm the voice that says"It's fine," I'm the reason that the noise in My head won't stop,I'm the one who turns the key I'm the prisoner and the warden,tell me, who's controllin' me? I'm sick of the cycle,the "I'm sorrys," the excuses I'm losin'the people I love, I'm producin' my own ruination This is a confession from a man possessed by his obsession. (Chorus - More intense, voice cracking with emotion) They say"Just fight it!" Man, I'm tryin' to define it! This ain't a battle,it's a war I fight in private! One day clean,then I'm right back inside it! Pourin'the pain out, but I'm always the one to find it! This bottle's a villain,but it feels like a friend in the end! Promisin'peace but it's just a dead-end, again! I'M TRYNA GET SOBER BUT I CAN'T! (Bridge - Beat strips back to just the piano. Flow slows, becomes raw and desperate) I'm not askin'for your sympathy, I don't deserve your pity I'm just trapped inside this city made of whiskey Every reason that I drink is the reason I should stop But the reason that I can't is the reason that I'm locked... In this...loop. Look. The man in the mirror's a liar,he's a fraud and he's tired. He sets a fire,then claims he got caught in the flames. (Outro - Beat returns, chaotic and fading. Vocals are ragged, half-spoken) One more.That's what I said last time. One more. Just to quiet the noise.Just to numb the data. But it never is one,it's always the many. I'm tryna get sober...I swear to God I am... I'm tryna... ...I can't. (Beat cuts abruptly.Sound of a bottle clinking on glass, then silence.)

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