Sober Up

**Sober Up** is a remix to the unreleased song, 27 Club by Juice WRLD and also combined with another unreleased song, Some More by Juice WRLD. The song is the sixty-second remix Red had uploaded to his YouTube channel on January 28, 2022.

## Description

On "Sober Up", Juice WRLD mainly talks about drugs, but also references the infamous 27 Club. Juice WRLD cries for help in this song and that he really needs to get sober. Red produces an instrumental in which has a BPM of 83 and a key of F-flat minor. Aside from the amazing production of the remix, Red uploads a Skyler Graphics cover art of Juice WRLD at night in-front of the moonlight. The face of Juice WRLD is similar to the face of the cover art used for the September 2021 remix, It's Over, the June 2021 remix, Feeling Free, and the March 2021 remix, Hurricane.

## Lyrics

Sober up or lose myself

Help me, help me

Sober up or lose myself in the process

Twenty-seven club lookin' 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 been feelin' nauseous

Pills in my designer bag, I'm tempted to pop them

I'm goin' in circles, it's a 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 'til the day that I fell, yeah

I don't really know 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

Relationships 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

Sober up or lose myself in the process

Twenty-seven club lookin' 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 been feelin' nauseous

Pills in my designer bag, I'm tempted to pop them

I'm goin' in circles, it's a never-ending cycle

Help me, help me

Everything she said, I heard it all before

I see all these demons, they disguised as whores

All I know is: count the money up from the floor

If the pussy good, I may just go get some more, more

Say she want my heart, she can't afford it

Maybe cause I'm on my way to getting on the Forbes list

Pretty jiggy n\*gga, can't ignore it, ayy

Ballin', bitch, I feel like Michael Jordan

Sip codeine, I'm snorin' til' the mornin'

Got the heater on my hip like global warming, ayy

Run up, you get shot, this is a warnin'

Freddy Krueger in your dreams, I'm filled with torment

She say that she love me, bitch, whatever that means

I remember her and all her friends were laughin' at me

Now they tell me I can fuck, that shit so funny to me

Lost ten thousand playin' basketball, one hundred to me

Sober up or lose myself in the process

Twenty-seven club lookin' 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 been feelin' nauseous

Pills in my designer bag, I'm tempted to pop them

I'm goin' in circles, it's a never-ending cycle

Help me, help me