[Intro - Kreative Tendencies]
All right then...
Since we up and runnin', and this is a long kind of intro...
I'mma just say shit.
And I mean... if you gotta problem with it
You can just turn the track off now
'Cause y'know, I do whatever the fuck I want
"Wake Up" comin' soon, man!
Oh, just one question, though:
You in that mood yet?
I said...!

[Verse 1 - Kreative Tendencies]
It's Kreative Populaire, in case you forgot me
Can't rock with me, baby girl? Well then, I'm sorry
Kids tell me, them lames can't floss like you can
Steppin' out in kicks the same color as a toucan
It's five-star hefe on fire, el diablo
You sayin' I ain't got it? Then you speakin' in a typo
Yeah, the kid nice, ho
Mr. Six Figures
Push the star foreign features
Gotta keep bottle-cap shades over my peoples
Gotta block my own shine
Used to memorize shit; now I'm pennin' my own rhymes
I learned to spit art on the beat -- call me Picasso
Feelin' like I'm about to blow
At least that's what they tell me in the liquor store
And if you didn't know, ask somebody
They say I got next, I betchu
... They say I got next, nigga, I betchu!

[Hook - Joe Budden]
(I ain't tryin to sober up)
Strong enough to catch contact by
You smell it as soon as you get in my ride
(I don't wanna sober up)
See, with me the rules never apply
Don't tell me how I should live my life
(I ain't tryin to sober up)
Put your seat back, got it if you need that
You should really fuck with me
(I ain't tryin to sober up)
Tell me if you wanna ride or die
La la la la la la la la

[Verse 2 - Joe Budden]
Listen up as a sinner reports, my inner thoughts like an inner war
Headaches act as a tremblin force on my mental ward
Mental's distraught, every word from this sinister boss
Is brought to you by the people like your minister's Porsche
Tightropin' on dental floss, before the haters begin to get lost
Coke and weed got my temperament off
But why would my temper get lost, when as soon as the temperature frost
I'm probably havin' intercourse in a resort
Criminal report, pricey condos at a minimal cost
My train of thought ain't as simple as yours
So if our paths happen to incidentally cross
I pray that you can overlook all my miniature flaws
Until then let's let the bass kick
Take a shot straight, I don't see a need to chase it
Tryin to fight the urge 'til there's somethin to replace it
I welcome y'all to be my co-pilots on this spaceship

[Hook - Joe Budden]

[Verse 3 - Quentino]
I don't need to be sober, when it comes to this shit
'Cause a nigga know that I end up killin' shit
That's some real talk, for that Grey Ghost
But yet you know me, nigga: I'm a fuckin' ghost
Vanish in the thin air with the smoke
And best believe I'll roll another blunt, though
Get fucked up like it ain't e'en nothin', bro
And if you ain't with us, then fuckin' choke
On that fuckin' shit, that you was fuckin' with
But me and my niggas? We got that good weed
Straight up off the Kush where I end up smokin' on it
Best believe, I'm always carryin' blunts when I'm rollin'
'Cause I know I got the paper, and yeah, I got the blunts
End up havin' cigarillos in my mothafuckin' trunk
Real talk, yeah: I'm the main nigga
That these niggas don't wanna fuck with when I'm high, nigga

[Hook - Joe Budden]

[Verse 4 - DooBay]
Every day seems like a new day
But when I close my eyes it all just fades away
Can’t seem to decipher the difference from real and pills
Letting you in on how a muthafucka really feels
Growin' up I realized I like hip-hop and rap
The bump in the back, the shit you listen to while you in the trap
Struggle with the fact that I'm white and I like to rap
Sometimes I think it’d be easier if I was fuckin' Black,
Family doesn’t get me, thinkin' that I'm crazy
Wonder why I'm depressed and suicide don’t phase me?
Throughout school all my friends were of ethnicity
Thick ass Latina girlfriend -- aint nuthin' White about me,
Struggle with identity: who I wanna be
Lookin' at mah family tellin me who I oughtta be
Struggle with my life: what I wanna build
I need to sober up before I start to fuckin' kill...

[Outro - Joe Budden]
(I ain't tryin to sober up)
Strong enough to catch contact by
You smell it as soon as you get in my ride
(I don't wanna sober up)
See, with me the rules never apply
Don't tell me how I should live my life
(I ain't tryin to sober up)
Put your seat back, got it if you need that
You should really fuck with me
(I ain't tryin to sober up)
Tell me if you wanna ride or die
La la la la la la la la...!