Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sobering Truth, artist - Fox. Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Song language: English
Sobering Truth |
| Yeah |
| Check me out, look, yo |
| Used to move aggressive, don’t you know that I was sectioned |
| My mum dialled emergency services must have broke her |
| My dad and brother had to pin me on my sofa |
| They decided I need further help my mind is far from kosher |
| I grabbed the taser off the feds and try to shoot em' up |
| I thought my brother was the devil like he Lucifer |
| I lost my mind and went crazy didn’t know who to trust, Diagnosed me then |
| injected me like a computer does |
| I got cuffed and carted off but not arrested |
| Like how do you break it to your mates when you been sectioned |
| Too many days they had me up in there with nut cases |
| Wanted me on meds to calm be down, true I was frustrated |
| Can’t have me sitting in chairs like I’m vegetated |
| Found myself alone in rooms I was meditating |
| Brought myself back to life I was excavated |
| Started off with weed paranoia then it escalated |
| Pain in my brain I try to force it out my tongue |
| It’s feeling like the matrix cah they tell me that I’m the one but I don’t feel |
| these other rappers like I’m supposed to |
| I just go hard and lay my zone and fam I flow truths |
| Started at the back, I win the race coz I weren’t built to lose |
| Feel the yout who tells the truth like c’mon man what’s up with you |
| Tell you bout my life events I wish you’d witnessed, begging me to rap say I’m |
| the hardest in my district |
| In an ambulance feds either side of me, mother’s sitting there crying tears at |
| the sight of me |
| They had to fight to hold me down because I lost the plan, They tell me don’t |
| stop coz you’ll go far, now I got proper fans |
| Been on the streets since I left comprehensive, went college but I dropped it |
| like it’s hot to get the pence in |
| My mother told me that she ill, she don’t like working either, so I just go a |
| lot harder so she can retire |
| All them nights I’ve had to ride inside, in a single cell, you man ain’t had a |
| life like mine |
| I just throw these raps together I’ve been hard from time |
| Most of these other rappers shit but they just got co-signed |
| So they should rate me like GRM Daily |
| Flow smooth like a half pint of Baileys |
| I do this rap and probably wonder when they gon' pay me, until then I’ll be |
| licking all my cats like it’s the 80s |
| So if this industry gon' sign me hurry up |
| I get nicked with parcels and it’s back to jail and it’s fucked |
| Kiss goodbye to freedom I’d be back to banging up |
| Coz jail’s like a sauna when you can’t wait to get up |
| Locked in a box like a cretin |
| They gave me ten years before I told them guilty hope you get it |
| Early guilty plead that still got me a 7 |
| They ain’t handing out tag for early release you can forget it |
| I heard my father’s fighting cancer, made my brain worse |
| It’s why I pop all these mad pills to contain all the hurt |
| But real talk the last time we spoke we was arguing |
| Ain’t spoke to that man since but feel to talk to him |
| I just vocalise the things that are scary to mention |
| Tell you all about the things man are failing to mention |
| I feel that if he pops his clogs I’ll miss the times lost |
| I’m holding grudges we ain’t spoke for like 9 months |
| But listen every time I’m rapping, I only get half of the story out about what |
| happened |
| And now I’m feeling like I’ll never reach my own potentials, they don’t believe |
| the words I wrote in all my raps then you can check credentials |
| I just talk a lot of pain that’s what they are feeling |
| Noodles out a packet, staring at my ceiling |
| Being fresh home felt excited like I was dreaming |
| And I guess thecrazy thoughts inside my head were just the demons |
| I rate my mother to the moon and back of course bro, she travelled up and down |
| to prisons and them courts, so |
| Imma do this legal ting for her, I went self employed a year back |
| But I’m still around the kerb and yo my dons are riding bids like a auction |
| house |
| See the depression in my face when I’m walking bout |
| And if you’re feeling real rap this what you are talking bout |
| And they ain’t feeling me yo, head for the exit what’s to talk about |
| Cah man are telling lies like it’s factual |
| And all these bitches say they love you like it’s actual |
| Okay you are talking hard but really could you back your talk |
| You’re trying hard to fit in, me I don’t give a fuck at all |
| They tell me, 'shake the depression you’re doing so well' |
| I just look at them like 'oh well' |
| Coz I got pain stuck in my torso like it’s chest hair |
| We get it popping like balloons man don’t get scared |
| Went from trap blocks with fat rocks to self employed cah dats hot |
| Would these brothers ride for me like Ascot |
| Okay, so now I’m rapping lemme interlude, a thousand other people rapping but I |
| tell the truth |
| And it’s all from my thoughts, if I mention kerbs, box me off still I coffin |
| dodge like a pensioner |
| Start to understand my life is being domestic |
| Try to paint this picture for you darg but it’s just hectic |
| If the devil shines light into my eyes I’m epileptic, still I put this pain |
| down on a page like I’m dyslexic |
| SB want a warm up session I wrote a madness |
| Dramas in my life would make your belly do a back flip |
| Talk but not the same in real life I call them catfish |
| Dropped the first vid, they said I’m real coz I don’t chat shit |
| And now this would probably be the realest shit I wrote and now they put my |
| words inside commas like a quote |
| BOW! |