Sopped Up

Would you ever call me to tell me it's over?
Loves my drug, I feel so sober
It ain't really fall till the end of October
Under the rug, I smell your odor
Sopped up blood, it's under the rug
Inside my lungs, I feel the cuts
In god I trust, shit I got pun
Do what you must, girl I won't fuss, no

You solved my puzzle
There really ain't shit beneath it
And I strain my muscle
But still I just feel defeated
If I stepped in your puddle
Do you think it would be comedic?
And I earned my trouble
Cause they all feel unconceited

Would you ever call me to tell me it's over?
Loves my drug, I feel so sober
It ain't really fall till the end of October
Under the rug, I smell your odor

Odor, your odor
And you're so, bipolar
And you're so drunk I was told you were sober
I really thought you were sober

Sopped up blood, it's under the rug
Inside my lungs, I feel the cuts
In god I trust, shit I got pun
Do what you must, girl I won't fuss, no