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Sober up or lose myself Help me, help me Sober up or lose myself in the process Twenty-seven club looking good to be honest I don't know what to do, I'm so confused Running out of time, i may blow my fuse Can't eat, can't sleep, lately I've be feelin' nauseous Pills in my designer bag, I'mtempted to pop them I'm goin' circles, it's never-ending cycle Help me, help me Fuck peer pressure, this is pressure from hell You don't wanna know the feeling, but i know it too well I remember i was chilling up on top of the world No fear, high stepping 'till day that i fell, yeah I don't really if i could function I thought being fucked up all the time was funny Then it turned nothing into something Next thing you know, I'm a fucked up druggie Relationship ain't make it better, I was getting hurt I ain't feel like ventin' to my friends so i talk to percs They were lying to me when they told me that it wouldn't work Fucking up my confidence, I'm feeling like a loser, yeah Sober up or lose myself in the process Twenty-seven club looking good to be honest I don't know what to do, I'm so confused Running out of time, i may blow my fuse Can't eat, can't sleep, lately I've be feelin' nauseous Pills in my designer bag, I'mtempted to pop them I'm goin' circles, it's never-ending cycle Help me, help me Fuck peer pressure, this is pressure from hell You don't wanna know the feeling, but i know it too well I remember i was chilling up on top of the world No fear, high stepping 'till day that i fell, yeah I don't really if i could function I thought being fucked up all the time was funny Then it turned nothing into something Next thing you know, I'm a fucked up druggie Relationship ain't make it better, I was getting hurt I ain't feel like ventin' to my friends so i talk to percs They were lying to me when they told me that it wouldn't work Fucking up my confidence, I'm feeling like a loser, yeah Sober up or lose myself in the process Twenty-seven club looking good to be honest I don't know what to do, I'm so confused Running out of time, i may blow my fuse Can't eat, can't sleep, lately I've be feelin' nauseous Pills in my designer bag, I'mtempted to pop them I'm goin' circles, it's never-ending cycle Help me, help me