Hello, in a muscle car murdered out
With a purple ounce, that motherf*cker that you heard about
Spread around the internet because of word of mouth
Cannonballed off the deep end and swam further out
Tryna stack absurd amounts with a purdy spouse
Put one in the air like Super Smash pulling Kirby out
Jury's out? F*ck it, I don't care I'ma vent
And get f*cking intense like Native American sex
F*ck the money, when I started I was there for respect
That's why I'm still in Connecticut where my chariot rest
I'm on the edge, do y'all dare me to step?
Will y'all just find another rapper to rep and even care if I left?
Watched too many people run with my formula and get famous
Now all of em f*cking famous and boy I'm just f*cking waiting
Put my life up on the line for the glory that I've been chasing
Recording down in my basement, money poor but I was patient
Now I'm hustling and moving up, kid's super tough
I ain't popping? I tell em soon enough
I kept my circle tight, it never loosened up
And cut the snakes out like Medusa up at Super Cuts
It's my job to get up on mics and say wild shit
Never once did I suggest that you should try it
Shut your trap, I'ma need a little silence
Let me do my job, is that alright bitch?
Hello, it's so good to see you, it's so nice to be back
Gather up ladies and gentlemen, just vibe to the track
Grab a seat, dim the lights while I'm reciting this rap
Best in the burbs, let's remind 'em why my title is that
It's good to see you, it's so nice to be back!
I remember being lost and hopeless in my parent's attic
Feeling claustrophobic, but I never lost my focus
I'm back, hurting from a mix of mild scoliosis
And the weight of carrying the f*cking state up on my shoulders
I'm on a marathon ahead of you, dude
They sucking wind, turning bluer than a jeopardy clue
The jealous ones developing resentment for the crew
Without knowing what I've been through
So come and step in these shoes
So what I didn't sell crack and had a stabler home life?
Middle class white, they been hating my whole life
But they saw me grow up just like Raven Symone, right?
Scrawny little punk, to the Razor Ramon type
Independent and continually making fans
Turned down a lot of deals, and chose to make a stand
F*ck selling out, homie that ain't the plan
Why push the envelope? I'm tackling the mail man
So here I am as I'm rambling, pants sagging
And ransacking the game, no receipt for the transaction
And they hopping right on to the band wagon
With this puff the magic dragon stuffed into a gram bag and
Attacking these beats thoroughly, in my prime currently
Only way to get me to shut my mouth is to murder me
Sure to be a legend, impressing with every story told
Go balls to the wall like I'm f*cking y'all through a glory hole
My destiny is still an open book, just haven't had my moment
I'm still underrated and overlooked
But f*ck it yo I feel terrific
We've already made it further than anybody predicted
Tapes on tapes with a handful of crazy tours
Led here, this the moment we been waiting for
To my fans, I'm extending my gratitude
Chemically Imbalanced, enjoy the f*cking album dude
Chris Webby - Chemically Imbalanced Album Lyrics
Chris Webby - Chemically Imbalanced Lyrics
Writer: Christian Webster
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
So Eazy
I came to pass the blunt around, gun around
I f*ck around (f*ck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday, so they wonder how
I can do this every single time I come around
But it's so eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Yeah I'm puffing loud, got me buzzing now
I'm just trying to do some shit that makes my mother proud
Live from the underground, met with all the labels
And they said I could make a million dollars if I dumbed it down
But I said "f*ck that!" I'ma do it Web's way
'Cause I'm f*cking dope, well at least that's what my friends say
Lyrically a sensei, muy caliente, comprende?
Thursday to Wednesday I be so crazy
It's not what I try for but it's my business
Homie you should mind yours
I couldn't lose my mind more
Jumping out the window on the 9th floor
Now they're saying they gotta send me to the psych ward
Straightjacketed, a battle it ain't happenin'
That be like seeing Drake and rampage in a cage match
And I've been put up on this planet to ramble and raise havoc
With a bottle and an eight a day habit
I came to pass the blunt around, gun around
I f*ck around (f*ck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday, so they wonder how
I can do this every single time I come around
But it's so eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
O-U-N-G veteran, everytime I'm stepping in
Cold as the toes of a penguin
Bad to my skeleton, bad to the bone as I've ever been
Feet up on the throne that I've settled in
Running off of adrenaline and unprescribed medicine
Lighting up an L again and hit it til my head'll spin
Started with a crumpled up Lincoln and now it's Benjamins
Used to be a loser but now the world is watching Webby win
It's so easy, veni, vidi, vici
Young Houdini, rabbit in my three piece
Used to be on YouTube, now I'm up on TV
Everybody spell it out, it's W-E-B
Add another B-Y, you're about to see why
I'm a giant, start my sentences with "fee-fi"
Fo fum, go dumb, putting work in
So it's time you met the man behind the curtain
I came to pass the blunt around, gun around
I f*ck around (f*ck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday, so they wonder how
I can do this every single time I come around
But it's so eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Killin' this game since it ain't love us
I do it so easy, it ain't nothing, I tell em it ain't nothing
I see you dropped your new shit but it ain't buzzin'
I'm killing this game since it ain't love us
I do it so easy, it ain't nothing
I tell em it ain't nothing, I tell em it ain't nothing
I came to pass the blunt around, gun around
I f*ck around (f*ck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday, so they wonder how
I can do this every single time I come around
But it's so eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
I f*ck around (f*ck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday, so they wonder how
I can do this every single time I come around
But it's so eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Yeah I'm puffing loud, got me buzzing now
I'm just trying to do some shit that makes my mother proud
Live from the underground, met with all the labels
And they said I could make a million dollars if I dumbed it down
But I said "f*ck that!" I'ma do it Web's way
'Cause I'm f*cking dope, well at least that's what my friends say
Lyrically a sensei, muy caliente, comprende?
Thursday to Wednesday I be so crazy
It's not what I try for but it's my business
Homie you should mind yours
I couldn't lose my mind more
Jumping out the window on the 9th floor
Now they're saying they gotta send me to the psych ward
Straightjacketed, a battle it ain't happenin'
That be like seeing Drake and rampage in a cage match
And I've been put up on this planet to ramble and raise havoc
With a bottle and an eight a day habit
I came to pass the blunt around, gun around
I f*ck around (f*ck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday, so they wonder how
I can do this every single time I come around
But it's so eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
O-U-N-G veteran, everytime I'm stepping in
Cold as the toes of a penguin
Bad to my skeleton, bad to the bone as I've ever been
Feet up on the throne that I've settled in
Running off of adrenaline and unprescribed medicine
Lighting up an L again and hit it til my head'll spin
Started with a crumpled up Lincoln and now it's Benjamins
Used to be a loser but now the world is watching Webby win
It's so easy, veni, vidi, vici
Young Houdini, rabbit in my three piece
Used to be on YouTube, now I'm up on TV
Everybody spell it out, it's W-E-B
Add another B-Y, you're about to see why
I'm a giant, start my sentences with "fee-fi"
Fo fum, go dumb, putting work in
So it's time you met the man behind the curtain
I came to pass the blunt around, gun around
I f*ck around (f*ck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday, so they wonder how
I can do this every single time I come around
But it's so eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Killin' this game since it ain't love us
I do it so easy, it ain't nothing, I tell em it ain't nothing
I see you dropped your new shit but it ain't buzzin'
I'm killing this game since it ain't love us
I do it so easy, it ain't nothing
I tell em it ain't nothing, I tell em it ain't nothing
I came to pass the blunt around, gun around
I f*ck around (f*ck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday, so they wonder how
I can do this every single time I come around
But it's so eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you're W-E-B-B-Y
Writer: Christian Webster, Jonathan King
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Set It Off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Untame on the mic, the dangerous type
And this is real life, it ain't just the way that I write
We can pour a drink, pour that mary jane up and light
So baby come to Webby's world, I'll make you famous tonight
Place your bets [?]
Never graduated from school but I made it this cool
Now I'm here motherf*cker, ain't no April fools
Right to the top like I'm defying gravitational pull
Cause I started young but I'm older now
Learned a lot up in the game, got a doper sound
Travelling around the world, getting cultured now
But still rolling with my dogs when I'm homeward bound
When I see Sap at the back of the weed spot
We gon get so f*cking high that we pass it to Ewok
Then we turn it up so loud that the back of your seat rocks
From the very second that the beat drops
I'm about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I'm about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I'm about to set it off
Stay writing while rhyming and stage diving
All in, going so hard I could break diamonds
I been patiently waiting but learned that it takes time
And now I got the same look in my eye as a caged lion
I been on my hustle why the f*ck you think I'm doing this?
Book of rhymes thicker than a Tarantino movie script
Rolling up a doobie and we jumping in the Uber whip
Until the driver take me to the top, I'm bout to do this shit
So animated, call me Bugs Bunny
Since I used to battle cats for they lunch money
Always had the same clothes, looking duck funny
Straight dummy but Webby was never dumb, buddy
I knew I'd have my moment, so let me soak it in
With your chick and, uh, some of her closest friends
'Cause they know it now if they didn't know it then
Now it's time to let the show begin!
I'm about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I'm about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I'm about to set it off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Untame on the mic, the dangerous type
And this is real life, it ain't just the way that I write
We can pour a drink, pour that mary jane up and light
So baby come to Webby's world, I'll make you famous tonight
Place your bets [?]
Never graduated from school but I made it this cool
Now I'm here motherf*cker, ain't no April fools
Right to the top like I'm defying gravitational pull
Cause I started young but I'm older now
Learned a lot up in the game, got a doper sound
Travelling around the world, getting cultured now
But still rolling with my dogs when I'm homeward bound
When I see Sap at the back of the weed spot
We gon get so f*cking high that we pass it to Ewok
Then we turn it up so loud that the back of your seat rocks
From the very second that the beat drops
I'm about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I'm about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I'm about to set it off
Stay writing while rhyming and stage diving
All in, going so hard I could break diamonds
I been patiently waiting but learned that it takes time
And now I got the same look in my eye as a caged lion
I been on my hustle why the f*ck you think I'm doing this?
Book of rhymes thicker than a Tarantino movie script
Rolling up a doobie and we jumping in the Uber whip
Until the driver take me to the top, I'm bout to do this shit
So animated, call me Bugs Bunny
Since I used to battle cats for they lunch money
Always had the same clothes, looking duck funny
Straight dummy but Webby was never dumb, buddy
I knew I'd have my moment, so let me soak it in
With your chick and, uh, some of her closest friends
'Cause they know it now if they didn't know it then
Now it's time to let the show begin!
I'm about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I'm about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I'm about to set it off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, SCOTT SPENCER STORCH, GAMAL KOSH LEWIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
House Party Cypher
Flying in the car, looking like a star, just like a galaxy
Go so hard like a callus be, uh
Burning more things than calories
I see you homie, I see you. Working, huh?
You feel me? You see me right? I got bars, kid
Word? That's what's up man
Hold up, you heard of Chris Webby though?
Chris Webby? Man I ain't worried about Chris Webby, man, I told you. I'm the illest out here in CT, I'm not worried bout no motherf*cking ninja turtles, f*ck a Mario man, this motherf*cker looks like f*cking Rob Dyrdek and shit, f*ck that dude
Funny story, he's here right now!
Oh word, like here? At this part?
Ayo Web!
Nah nah nah it's cool...
Web!
Yo chill, chill, chill, chill...
Come check this dude out, this dude is crazy
Yo man, Bar Stallone that's my name. Introduce me as Bar Stallone, Please
F*ck outta here. Ayo Web! Yo get your hands off that bitch
What!?
Yo he's busy man just leave him alone, cmon man
F*cking fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, I swear to God I'll be right back. (to kid) What do you want? What the f*ck is up?
This dude is talking mad shit, show him what the f*ck time it is
Alright. Yo Kenny! Kenny!
Who the f*ck is Kenny...
Get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man
Right now?
C'mere man, just come over here man
Alright, alright I'm coming
Ayo everybody keep it down for a second
No no no keep partying, y'all keep going
Gotta do a little rap thing, ya know? You ready?
I'm ready
What the f*ck is that?
Yo, it's Chris Webby
At this party and shit, motherf*cker wants me to rap
I'm about to open an abortion clinic right next to your local church
And go to narcotics anonymous hustling coke and percs
I'm just trying to piss you off, I really hope it works
Go berzerk, I got a dirty mouth, I'll never hold a curse
Jerking off until my motherf*cking shoulder hurts
Even if she vegan she gon swallow when my boner squirts
Help an older lady across the road, "hey can I hold your purse?"
Then kick her in front of a moving bus, "oh no, she's hurt!"
Shit I'm pretty sure she's dead but you can check yourself
While I run her wallet and spend all the money at Taco Bell
Anyone this deranged should surely be locked in jail
I'm on the grind but off the rails like an Eric Koston fail
I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity
But busted while I was half inside her
Then I woke up in the morning and had a reminder
That she getting plan B for breakfast with an apple cider
Someone pass the lighter, I need some weed to breathe in
He's a demon, dirty mind, sneaky heathen
I don't need a reason
I'm creeping up like sex offenders with binoculars on a beach in bikini season
You won't see me leaving, I'm running through that
Stomp you to death then throw my Nike's back on the shoe rack
Huh I'ma do that, why bother tryna bleach the blood stains out?
Somebody told me orange is the new black
So I scrub my white T til it turns the color copper
And use some Tide detergent and throw it up in the washer
It's weird that I ain't crazy though, shit you can ask my doctor
Sike, I'm off my rocker like an active grandfather, motherf*cker
Your turn, bro
I actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro
Oh yeah? That's cool bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to get back to drinking?!
Go so hard like a callus be, uh
Burning more things than calories
I see you homie, I see you. Working, huh?
You feel me? You see me right? I got bars, kid
Word? That's what's up man
Hold up, you heard of Chris Webby though?
Chris Webby? Man I ain't worried about Chris Webby, man, I told you. I'm the illest out here in CT, I'm not worried bout no motherf*cking ninja turtles, f*ck a Mario man, this motherf*cker looks like f*cking Rob Dyrdek and shit, f*ck that dude
Funny story, he's here right now!
Oh word, like here? At this part?
Ayo Web!
Nah nah nah it's cool...
Web!
Yo chill, chill, chill, chill...
Come check this dude out, this dude is crazy
Yo man, Bar Stallone that's my name. Introduce me as Bar Stallone, Please
F*ck outta here. Ayo Web! Yo get your hands off that bitch
What!?
Yo he's busy man just leave him alone, cmon man
F*cking fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, I swear to God I'll be right back. (to kid) What do you want? What the f*ck is up?
This dude is talking mad shit, show him what the f*ck time it is
Alright. Yo Kenny! Kenny!
Who the f*ck is Kenny...
Get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man
Right now?
C'mere man, just come over here man
Alright, alright I'm coming
Ayo everybody keep it down for a second
No no no keep partying, y'all keep going
Gotta do a little rap thing, ya know? You ready?
I'm ready
What the f*ck is that?
Yo, it's Chris Webby
At this party and shit, motherf*cker wants me to rap
I'm about to open an abortion clinic right next to your local church
And go to narcotics anonymous hustling coke and percs
I'm just trying to piss you off, I really hope it works
Go berzerk, I got a dirty mouth, I'll never hold a curse
Jerking off until my motherf*cking shoulder hurts
Even if she vegan she gon swallow when my boner squirts
Help an older lady across the road, "hey can I hold your purse?"
Then kick her in front of a moving bus, "oh no, she's hurt!"
Shit I'm pretty sure she's dead but you can check yourself
While I run her wallet and spend all the money at Taco Bell
Anyone this deranged should surely be locked in jail
I'm on the grind but off the rails like an Eric Koston fail
I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity
But busted while I was half inside her
Then I woke up in the morning and had a reminder
That she getting plan B for breakfast with an apple cider
Someone pass the lighter, I need some weed to breathe in
He's a demon, dirty mind, sneaky heathen
I don't need a reason
I'm creeping up like sex offenders with binoculars on a beach in bikini season
You won't see me leaving, I'm running through that
Stomp you to death then throw my Nike's back on the shoe rack
Huh I'ma do that, why bother tryna bleach the blood stains out?
Somebody told me orange is the new black
So I scrub my white T til it turns the color copper
And use some Tide detergent and throw it up in the washer
It's weird that I ain't crazy though, shit you can ask my doctor
Sike, I'm off my rocker like an active grandfather, motherf*cker
Your turn, bro
I actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro
Oh yeah? That's cool bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to get back to drinking?!
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, KENNY URBAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Lets Do It Again
I've had some of my best times chillin' at the bar yo
Doing stupid shit, that I won't remember tomorrow
Waking up confused, still wearing my shoes
Thinking back like ''Yoo What the f*ck did I do?!''
Nights like this started with a pre-game
Give me an auxiliary chord, now I'm the DJ
Playing what I wanna hear, none of the Pop shit
Give me the Big L, Wu Tang and Pac shit
Drinking till I'm buzzing like my phone's on vibrate
Taking another shot just to clear my mind state
Now im feeling good, never any less
So I'd like to welcome you to Project X
Yeah yeah yeahh
All you need is that 5 dollars for a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
And I don't wanna push my luck
Cause I'm already so drunk
I just threw my dinner up (But f*ck it)
I've been trained to be a weekend warrior
So the puke and rally move is in my wheelhouse, of course sir
Living on the border
There is no other option
Even if the memories we make are all forgotten
I'll be sipping my concoction
I'm mid twenties, drinking like I'm 18 back in high school
Is that a problem?
Na man, this is not a race
Imma have my fun now
And mature at my own pace
Cause for years I've been living this exact same way
I'm like Bill Murray in Groundhogs' day
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
It's getting late now, late as the night can
Girl under my left arm, bottle in my right hand
Everybody's drunk now, most of them are passed out
Reach into my back pocket and pull a bag out
Then finally the herb come around
Blunt ride back and burn the f*ck down
Getting so high, that my contacts dry
Put the visine in my eyes
So go and live your lives, we'll only get to do it once
Have some fun with it yo
Everybody loosing up, go and do some stupid stuff
Isn't that what's life about?
Man I'm having fun and if you're not, then you should try it out
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Doing stupid shit, that I won't remember tomorrow
Waking up confused, still wearing my shoes
Thinking back like ''Yoo What the f*ck did I do?!''
Nights like this started with a pre-game
Give me an auxiliary chord, now I'm the DJ
Playing what I wanna hear, none of the Pop shit
Give me the Big L, Wu Tang and Pac shit
Drinking till I'm buzzing like my phone's on vibrate
Taking another shot just to clear my mind state
Now im feeling good, never any less
So I'd like to welcome you to Project X
Yeah yeah yeahh
All you need is that 5 dollars for a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
And I don't wanna push my luck
Cause I'm already so drunk
I just threw my dinner up (But f*ck it)
I've been trained to be a weekend warrior
So the puke and rally move is in my wheelhouse, of course sir
Living on the border
There is no other option
Even if the memories we make are all forgotten
I'll be sipping my concoction
I'm mid twenties, drinking like I'm 18 back in high school
Is that a problem?
Na man, this is not a race
Imma have my fun now
And mature at my own pace
Cause for years I've been living this exact same way
I'm like Bill Murray in Groundhogs' day
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
It's getting late now, late as the night can
Girl under my left arm, bottle in my right hand
Everybody's drunk now, most of them are passed out
Reach into my back pocket and pull a bag out
Then finally the herb come around
Blunt ride back and burn the f*ck down
Getting so high, that my contacts dry
Put the visine in my eyes
So go and live your lives, we'll only get to do it once
Have some fun with it yo
Everybody loosing up, go and do some stupid stuff
Isn't that what's life about?
Man I'm having fun and if you're not, then you should try it out
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, BEN DIEHL, GAMAL KOSH LEWIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management
Turnt Up
Like nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
C Web in the booth and I speak it real,
Got another beat to kill
And I be roasting motherf*ckers
Rest In Peace Patrice O'Neil
Roll up another blunt
Now how that Diesel feel?
Got me swerving man
Who the f*ck gave me the wheel?
Who the f*ck gave me these pills?
Now I'm off in another dimension
In need of an intervention
Cause these drugs are too f*cking expensive
But I'm feeling terrific dude
Banging these broads with no f*cking protection
Yeah, what were you saying babe?
I wasn't paying any f*cking attention
Rumbling engine, rolling up in my Camaro and cruise
Living it like a pirate man
Always got me a barrel of booze
Skipping the food
Go right for the tiramisu
Sippin' and rippin' the bubbler
Puffing until I can barely move
Lay back and then stare at the moon, ooh
Bippidy bobbidy boo
Webby be rippin' it properly too
Hipping and hopping and rambling shit
Cause these pills I've been popping have got me confused
Screwed up, burn it down
Light it up, pass it around
I'm a bad boy bitch
You didn't know? You know it now
[Hook]
We just doin' what we doin', and we'll never give a f*ck
Put some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up
We just livin' like whatever and we'll never have enough
Bout to get this motherf*cker turned up (turned up)
Like nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I'm not the one you want a problem with
Positive, you better follow it
Swear I'm ready for whatever standing in front of my mirror
Supporting my confidence
A little weed, you could throw it on top of this
We get it poppin', yo bitch gettin' topless
Now that you know, niggas adopting the flow
Niggas can't stop this shit
The problem is we won't acknowledge it
But me and Webby (I wanna get that)
If that nigga wanna get mad, sit up and get up
And f*ck that (get that)
Now I'm playing like a kid on the black top
Got the juice with a flat top
You got a flat face
Bad boy, it's a bad day
Look at me sideways, and I'mma hit you with a uppercut
Too cold, better bundle up
Huddle up cause we comin' up
Turnt up, finna f*ck it up
I guarantee that the crowd go crazy
When I hit the stage, you could bet a hunnit bucks
Boy we out here grindin'
Smoking the finest, getting the highest
Getting the mommas, you know when I'm coming
Just smell for the ganja
Vegas; soldierz, takin' over
Traveling and taking shots
Tattoo shops, don't forget the place to rock
I need a nasty girl to taste the cock
In the office, running all over these niggas
Like bitches, you niggas is softer than niggas
That just got to prison, this Project X shit is real
Somebody pass the god damn liquor
[Hook]
That rap phenomenon
Inked up, looking like Comic Con, Rasta mon
H.A.M. on the mic, no Ramadan
Go on and on, and leave with a soccer mom
Cause I kill that beat
Roll one up in that Swisher Sweet
Sticky green, sticky green
With orange hairs, like Pete and Pete
Flowing double time when I (?) the beat
Holding up mine when I hit the street
Burn so much, I be high for weeks
Spit it so dirty, I need new sheets
My grinder's full, and I ain't talkin turkey, cheese
I'm talking AK47, Purple Kush and Sour D
Put it in the bowl, I'll get a dutchie rolled
Sprinkle some keef on it, and then away we go
Get in the flow, lighting up heady to dro
Partying on, got that confetti to throw
Killing the spot from the moment
That Webby'll step in the door
Hit some shit, got my pencil gripped
Instrumental ripped, living life
Above the law, and way under the influence
Getting mine while the price high
What can I say? I'm pretty fly for a white guy
[Hook]
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
C Web in the booth and I speak it real,
Got another beat to kill
And I be roasting motherf*ckers
Rest In Peace Patrice O'Neil
Roll up another blunt
Now how that Diesel feel?
Got me swerving man
Who the f*ck gave me the wheel?
Who the f*ck gave me these pills?
Now I'm off in another dimension
In need of an intervention
Cause these drugs are too f*cking expensive
But I'm feeling terrific dude
Banging these broads with no f*cking protection
Yeah, what were you saying babe?
I wasn't paying any f*cking attention
Rumbling engine, rolling up in my Camaro and cruise
Living it like a pirate man
Always got me a barrel of booze
Skipping the food
Go right for the tiramisu
Sippin' and rippin' the bubbler
Puffing until I can barely move
Lay back and then stare at the moon, ooh
Bippidy bobbidy boo
Webby be rippin' it properly too
Hipping and hopping and rambling shit
Cause these pills I've been popping have got me confused
Screwed up, burn it down
Light it up, pass it around
I'm a bad boy bitch
You didn't know? You know it now
[Hook]
We just doin' what we doin', and we'll never give a f*ck
Put some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up
We just livin' like whatever and we'll never have enough
Bout to get this motherf*cker turned up (turned up)
Like nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
I'm not the one you want a problem with
Positive, you better follow it
Swear I'm ready for whatever standing in front of my mirror
Supporting my confidence
A little weed, you could throw it on top of this
We get it poppin', yo bitch gettin' topless
Now that you know, niggas adopting the flow
Niggas can't stop this shit
The problem is we won't acknowledge it
But me and Webby (I wanna get that)
If that nigga wanna get mad, sit up and get up
And f*ck that (get that)
Now I'm playing like a kid on the black top
Got the juice with a flat top
You got a flat face
Bad boy, it's a bad day
Look at me sideways, and I'mma hit you with a uppercut
Too cold, better bundle up
Huddle up cause we comin' up
Turnt up, finna f*ck it up
I guarantee that the crowd go crazy
When I hit the stage, you could bet a hunnit bucks
Boy we out here grindin'
Smoking the finest, getting the highest
Getting the mommas, you know when I'm coming
Just smell for the ganja
Vegas; soldierz, takin' over
Traveling and taking shots
Tattoo shops, don't forget the place to rock
I need a nasty girl to taste the cock
In the office, running all over these niggas
Like bitches, you niggas is softer than niggas
That just got to prison, this Project X shit is real
Somebody pass the god damn liquor
[Hook]
That rap phenomenon
Inked up, looking like Comic Con, Rasta mon
H.A.M. on the mic, no Ramadan
Go on and on, and leave with a soccer mom
Cause I kill that beat
Roll one up in that Swisher Sweet
Sticky green, sticky green
With orange hairs, like Pete and Pete
Flowing double time when I (?) the beat
Holding up mine when I hit the street
Burn so much, I be high for weeks
Spit it so dirty, I need new sheets
My grinder's full, and I ain't talkin turkey, cheese
I'm talking AK47, Purple Kush and Sour D
Put it in the bowl, I'll get a dutchie rolled
Sprinkle some keef on it, and then away we go
Get in the flow, lighting up heady to dro
Partying on, got that confetti to throw
Killing the spot from the moment
That Webby'll step in the door
Hit some shit, got my pencil gripped
Instrumental ripped, living life
Above the law, and way under the influence
Getting mine while the price high
What can I say? I'm pretty fly for a white guy
[Hook]
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, JUCO BRIX, LA'REONTE WRIGHT
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Brim Low
Yeah, ya know
It's Chris Webby, uh (brim low)
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low
I keep my brim low, nobody's seein' me
I got a dutch rolled full of that greenery
Hoppin' out the scenery and spittin' the best
So hot you'll melt like the wicked witch of the west, yes
And now we rollin' up a fat one
Joint papers up in the wallet I always have one
Keef on the bowl pack, we gettin' high now
Brim low, pull the fitted to my eyebrows
Draggin' on a dutchie, I'm in my own zone
O-Z of Sour D and that homegrown
I don't f*ck with no middies, just that headies
Twist it in a blizzie, now we gettin' dizzy
Crack open a fourty
Then roll yourself another we gon' party till the mornin'
That's how we get it goin'
Chris Webby number one supporter of that THC
My veins run green from all this weed
I'm so damn high I can barely even see
But I'm still burnin', take another pull
Wash down an Adderall with a Red Bull
Now I got my energy and I'm still blasted
Marijuana makes life so fantastic
It's more than a habit, it is an addiction
Can't imagine one day when I'm not twistin'
Brain moves slow, but I don't care
Everything blunt's worth it, nothing else compares
Mary Jane you are my baby, I'll take you as my lady
Until you take that last brain cell and I go crazy
Everything I been through, ain't know what to do
My first resort was turnin' to you, and now I'm burnin' with you
Go n' roll them windows up, now puff puff pass that lovely dutch
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low
Keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low low low low low)
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low
It's Chris Webby, uh (brim low)
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low
I keep my brim low, nobody's seein' me
I got a dutch rolled full of that greenery
Hoppin' out the scenery and spittin' the best
So hot you'll melt like the wicked witch of the west, yes
And now we rollin' up a fat one
Joint papers up in the wallet I always have one
Keef on the bowl pack, we gettin' high now
Brim low, pull the fitted to my eyebrows
Draggin' on a dutchie, I'm in my own zone
O-Z of Sour D and that homegrown
I don't f*ck with no middies, just that headies
Twist it in a blizzie, now we gettin' dizzy
Crack open a fourty
Then roll yourself another we gon' party till the mornin'
That's how we get it goin'
Chris Webby number one supporter of that THC
My veins run green from all this weed
I'm so damn high I can barely even see
But I'm still burnin', take another pull
Wash down an Adderall with a Red Bull
Now I got my energy and I'm still blasted
Marijuana makes life so fantastic
It's more than a habit, it is an addiction
Can't imagine one day when I'm not twistin'
Brain moves slow, but I don't care
Everything blunt's worth it, nothing else compares
Mary Jane you are my baby, I'll take you as my lady
Until you take that last brain cell and I go crazy
Everything I been through, ain't know what to do
My first resort was turnin' to you, and now I'm burnin' with you
Go n' roll them windows up, now puff puff pass that lovely dutch
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low
Keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low low low low low)
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, DWAYNE CHIN-QUEE, MITCHUM CHIN, GAMAL KOSH LEWIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Blunt Ride Cypher
It's Chris Webby, getting high as f*ck right now
I'm hella sick, and no one knows what I'm infected with
So hi it's nice to meet you
I'm the guy your girl been texting with
Evil rap nemesis, lighting up that heady shit
That's potent as the poison in a f*cking box jellyfish
In a box Chevy with the soldiers in my fellowship
Legolas and Aragorn cruising through Connecticut
Leave behind a trail of empty bottles and jealous chicks
Throw around bread, I'm on my Hansel and Gretel shit
A psychopath on a path of destruction
Popping Xanax til I'm seeing black
I better pass the Dutch Master I'm puffing
The first up the the mic but the last to the function
Stumbling drunk with a busty chick with a passion for sucking
East Coast, we don't borrow your swagger for nothing
We'd rather start a battle instead of start a discussion
So pass it back to me, cousin
Shit I'm so nice I could spit this shit right here backwards in Russian!
No sound like the one I got
They can hear it anytime I rock
Cause all I got's my balls and my word
And this baggie full of herb
And I'm coming for that #1 spot
I've always been a loose cannon
They say I rolled off of a pirate ship
High as shit, Bobby Costas, look how red my eyes'll get
I'm out in Sochi, 720 to a flying split
And land all up in that vagina bitch, huh
See I be showing them what I can do with this shit
Yo what you think I was new to this shit?
Got a beautiful chick in the passenger seat
Giving head to me while I maneuver the whip
Vroom, rhyme book staying f*cking full
Chemically Imbalanced, and fully f*cking disfunctional
I'm hella sick, and no one knows what I'm infected with
So hi it's nice to meet you
I'm the guy your girl been texting with
Evil rap nemesis, lighting up that heady shit
That's potent as the poison in a f*cking box jellyfish
In a box Chevy with the soldiers in my fellowship
Legolas and Aragorn cruising through Connecticut
Leave behind a trail of empty bottles and jealous chicks
Throw around bread, I'm on my Hansel and Gretel shit
A psychopath on a path of destruction
Popping Xanax til I'm seeing black
I better pass the Dutch Master I'm puffing
The first up the the mic but the last to the function
Stumbling drunk with a busty chick with a passion for sucking
East Coast, we don't borrow your swagger for nothing
We'd rather start a battle instead of start a discussion
So pass it back to me, cousin
Shit I'm so nice I could spit this shit right here backwards in Russian!
No sound like the one I got
They can hear it anytime I rock
Cause all I got's my balls and my word
And this baggie full of herb
And I'm coming for that #1 spot
I've always been a loose cannon
They say I rolled off of a pirate ship
High as shit, Bobby Costas, look how red my eyes'll get
I'm out in Sochi, 720 to a flying split
And land all up in that vagina bitch, huh
See I be showing them what I can do with this shit
Yo what you think I was new to this shit?
Got a beautiful chick in the passenger seat
Giving head to me while I maneuver the whip
Vroom, rhyme book staying f*cking full
Chemically Imbalanced, and fully f*cking disfunctional
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, KENNY URBAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
R.A.D. (Roll A Doobie)
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Untame on the mic, the dangerous type
And this is real life, it ain't just the way that I write
We can pour a drink, pour that mary jane up and light
So baby come to Webby's world, I'll make you famous tonight
Place your bets [?]
Never graduated from school but I made it this cool
Now I'm here motherf*cker, ain't no April fools
Right to the top like I'm defying gravitational pull
Cause I started young but I'm older now
Learned a lot up in the game, got a doper sound
Travelling around the world, getting cultured now
But still rolling with my dogs when I'm homeward bound
When I see Sap at the back of the weed spot
We gon get so f*cking high that we pass it to Ewok
Then we turn it up so loud that the back of your seat rocks
From the very second that the beat drops
I'm about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I'm about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I'm about to set it off
Stay writing while rhyming and stage diving
All in, going so hard I could break diamonds
I been patiently waiting but learned that it takes time
And now I got the same look in my eye as a caged lion
I been on my hustle why the f*ck you think I'm doing this?
Book of rhymes thicker than a Tarantino movie script
Rolling up a doobie and we jumping in the Uber whip
Until the driver take me to the top, I'm bout to do this shit
So animated, call me Bugs Bunny
Since I used to battle cats for they lunch money
Always had the same clothes, looking duck funny
Straight dummy but Webby was never dumb, buddy
I knew I'd have my moment, so let me soak it in
With your chick and, uh, some of her closest friends
'Cause they know it now if they didn't know it then
Now it's time to let the show begin!
I'm about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I'm about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I'm about to set it off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Untame on the mic, the dangerous type
And this is real life, it ain't just the way that I write
We can pour a drink, pour that mary jane up and light
So baby come to Webby's world, I'll make you famous tonight
Place your bets [?]
Never graduated from school but I made it this cool
Now I'm here motherf*cker, ain't no April fools
Right to the top like I'm defying gravitational pull
Cause I started young but I'm older now
Learned a lot up in the game, got a doper sound
Travelling around the world, getting cultured now
But still rolling with my dogs when I'm homeward bound
When I see Sap at the back of the weed spot
We gon get so f*cking high that we pass it to Ewok
Then we turn it up so loud that the back of your seat rocks
From the very second that the beat drops
I'm about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I'm about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I'm about to set it off
Stay writing while rhyming and stage diving
All in, going so hard I could break diamonds
I been patiently waiting but learned that it takes time
And now I got the same look in my eye as a caged lion
I been on my hustle why the f*ck you think I'm doing this?
Book of rhymes thicker than a Tarantino movie script
Rolling up a doobie and we jumping in the Uber whip
Until the driver take me to the top, I'm bout to do this shit
So animated, call me Bugs Bunny
Since I used to battle cats for they lunch money
Always had the same clothes, looking duck funny
Straight dummy but Webby was never dumb, buddy
I knew I'd have my moment, so let me soak it in
With your chick and, uh, some of her closest friends
'Cause they know it now if they didn't know it then
Now it's time to let the show begin!
I'm about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I'm about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I'm about to set it off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Yeah I'm about to set if off
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, CHRIS JU
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Chemically Imbalanced
I'm on the edge, one step and I'll be over
Unless I take those 12 steps, aimed at gettin sober
That's the shit I told myself I'll handle when I'm older
And now I'm older and still got this devil on my shoulder
Bottle up my problems, like prescriptions I'm poppin
All the liquor that I find myself drinkin so often
Now these cards are dealt, told myself I don't need help
Numb myself to everything, and keep on runnin from myself
[Hook]
Let's drink away the pain
Let's make another toast
Let's smoke another blunt
Until it's just a roach
And pop another pill
And drop another dose
I haven't lost it yet
But now I'm coming close
I'm just chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
And now it's too late for turnin back (x5)
Left here to battle this addictive personality
That's got me living in this alternate reality
Losing touch before this [?] so gradually
Cause at this point I need these chemicals to balance me
It's like I'm following a blueprint that the devil made
Since I first took my Ritalin in the 7th grade
The doctor gave me 16 milligrams, just a kid
Barely weighed a buck, it's like they used me as their guinea pig
Crazy teen, medicated ADD
Doctor said take only 1, but you know I was taking 3
Blazin tree and skippin class, getting drunk and missin math
Bangin chicks without a rubber, crushin pills up on the desk
Chemically imbalanced in this motherf*cker, startin shit
Still I was a smart kid, got myself a scholarship
Private schools with it, button-downs with the dockers
And the JanSport full of weed stuffed into my locker
[Hook]
See I'm just wreckin out weekly, livin on repeat
Still in highschool but the teachers could never reach me
Always was the f*ck up with a chip on my shoulder
And a pocket full of anything to keep me from sober
See I was livin like there's no tomorrow
Chewin on a xany bar, rollin up the window smokin blunts up in family car
Bottles to the head, got the tension on the reg
Never listenin to what my parents said
I was always rollin with an ounce or two
Everytime I'm bouncin through
Flippin everybody off like Shady taught me how to do
Always thinkin that the more we burnin, the merrier
Just a kid from middle-class suburban America
And so many others like me, listen to me nightly
Happy that somebody else is feelin' what they might be
So Christian pop a pill, oh yeah I bet you will
Cause if that shit don't make your problems any less forreal
[Hook]
Unless I take those 12 steps, aimed at gettin sober
That's the shit I told myself I'll handle when I'm older
And now I'm older and still got this devil on my shoulder
Bottle up my problems, like prescriptions I'm poppin
All the liquor that I find myself drinkin so often
Now these cards are dealt, told myself I don't need help
Numb myself to everything, and keep on runnin from myself
[Hook]
Let's drink away the pain
Let's make another toast
Let's smoke another blunt
Until it's just a roach
And pop another pill
And drop another dose
I haven't lost it yet
But now I'm coming close
I'm just chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
And now it's too late for turnin back (x5)
Left here to battle this addictive personality
That's got me living in this alternate reality
Losing touch before this [?] so gradually
Cause at this point I need these chemicals to balance me
It's like I'm following a blueprint that the devil made
Since I first took my Ritalin in the 7th grade
The doctor gave me 16 milligrams, just a kid
Barely weighed a buck, it's like they used me as their guinea pig
Crazy teen, medicated ADD
Doctor said take only 1, but you know I was taking 3
Blazin tree and skippin class, getting drunk and missin math
Bangin chicks without a rubber, crushin pills up on the desk
Chemically imbalanced in this motherf*cker, startin shit
Still I was a smart kid, got myself a scholarship
Private schools with it, button-downs with the dockers
And the JanSport full of weed stuffed into my locker
[Hook]
See I'm just wreckin out weekly, livin on repeat
Still in highschool but the teachers could never reach me
Always was the f*ck up with a chip on my shoulder
And a pocket full of anything to keep me from sober
See I was livin like there's no tomorrow
Chewin on a xany bar, rollin up the window smokin blunts up in family car
Bottles to the head, got the tension on the reg
Never listenin to what my parents said
I was always rollin with an ounce or two
Everytime I'm bouncin through
Flippin everybody off like Shady taught me how to do
Always thinkin that the more we burnin, the merrier
Just a kid from middle-class suburban America
And so many others like me, listen to me nightly
Happy that somebody else is feelin' what they might be
So Christian pop a pill, oh yeah I bet you will
Cause if that shit don't make your problems any less forreal
[Hook]
Writer: Christian Webster, Scott Spencer Storch
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
F*ck Off
Some people say I'm famous, tell me that I made it
Some other people never heard of me at all
Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now
I'm just in the middle trying to write these songs
So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir
I've been doing this shit way too long
Bout to get my just dues, don't like it then f*ck you
I'm just doing me, you can all f*ck off
Check my lyrics up on Rap Genius, I'm a rap genius
Going longer than a fully gassed Prius, bitch I mean it
I've been at this shit for years now, where my millions at?
Got the wheel in my grip, I'm surpassing you backseaters
Til I'm sipping margaritas off the coast of Ibiza
With a bowl full of reefer, eyes low as Khalifa's
And got two lovely senoritas making home-cooked pizza
And anything we need I throw on the Visa, I'm getting there!
Shit this game ain't overnight, at least it wasn't for me
But now I'm varsity and I'm filling the bleachers
Drop a track and now these DJ's bring it back
Just like a golden retriever
Get on the mic and spit your dopest shit, I know the procedure
Yeah, some people got my lyrics tatted on they skin
Some people read every single Tweet that I send
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But f*ck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause
Some people say I'm famous, tell me that I made it
Some other people never heard of me at all
Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now
I'm just in the middle trying to write these songs
So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir
I've been doing this shit way too long
Bout to get my just dues, don't like it then f*ck you
I'm just doing me, you can all f*ck off
I'm staying high as Buzz Aldrin
Major Tom can hear me coughing
I'm falling out of gravity ("someone help, I think we lost him")
Hit the stage and show these people how I do this shit so often
Got em yelling like they're Paul Revere on horseback outta Boston
You critics can't deny it, shut your mouth and keep it quiet
Now I'm out here getting bread, you'd think I'm on a Subway diet
I do this shit the livest, so yo please don't kill my vibe, bitch
Or I'm setting off a riot in this bitch, don't even try it
I've been working everyday, I think I need a vacation
And your girl been feeling me just like a TSA agent
So even if you haven't heard of me, at least she did
And even though that pisses you off, don't blame me kid!
Some people hate the fact that now I'm on my way
Some people love every f*cking word that I say
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But f*ck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause
Some people say I'm famous, tell me that I made it
Some other people never heard of me at all
Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now
I'm just in the middle trying to write these songs
So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir
I've been doing this shit way too long
Bout to get my just dues, don't like it then f*ck you
I'm just doing me, you can all f*ck off
Some other people never heard of me at all
Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now
I'm just in the middle trying to write these songs
So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir
I've been doing this shit way too long
Bout to get my just dues, don't like it then f*ck you
I'm just doing me, you can all f*ck off
Check my lyrics up on Rap Genius, I'm a rap genius
Going longer than a fully gassed Prius, bitch I mean it
I've been at this shit for years now, where my millions at?
Got the wheel in my grip, I'm surpassing you backseaters
Til I'm sipping margaritas off the coast of Ibiza
With a bowl full of reefer, eyes low as Khalifa's
And got two lovely senoritas making home-cooked pizza
And anything we need I throw on the Visa, I'm getting there!
Shit this game ain't overnight, at least it wasn't for me
But now I'm varsity and I'm filling the bleachers
Drop a track and now these DJ's bring it back
Just like a golden retriever
Get on the mic and spit your dopest shit, I know the procedure
Yeah, some people got my lyrics tatted on they skin
Some people read every single Tweet that I send
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But f*ck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause
Some people say I'm famous, tell me that I made it
Some other people never heard of me at all
Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now
I'm just in the middle trying to write these songs
So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir
I've been doing this shit way too long
Bout to get my just dues, don't like it then f*ck you
I'm just doing me, you can all f*ck off
I'm staying high as Buzz Aldrin
Major Tom can hear me coughing
I'm falling out of gravity ("someone help, I think we lost him")
Hit the stage and show these people how I do this shit so often
Got em yelling like they're Paul Revere on horseback outta Boston
You critics can't deny it, shut your mouth and keep it quiet
Now I'm out here getting bread, you'd think I'm on a Subway diet
I do this shit the livest, so yo please don't kill my vibe, bitch
Or I'm setting off a riot in this bitch, don't even try it
I've been working everyday, I think I need a vacation
And your girl been feeling me just like a TSA agent
So even if you haven't heard of me, at least she did
And even though that pisses you off, don't blame me kid!
Some people hate the fact that now I'm on my way
Some people love every f*cking word that I say
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But f*ck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause
Some people say I'm famous, tell me that I made it
Some other people never heard of me at all
Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now
I'm just in the middle trying to write these songs
So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir
I've been doing this shit way too long
Bout to get my just dues, don't like it then f*ck you
I'm just doing me, you can all f*ck off
Writer: CHRIS WEBBY, ERIC DAN, JEREMY KULOUSEK, ZACHARY VAUGHAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ohh Noo
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo
Yeah nigga, oh no, gin and four loko
Who you getting crazy with, ese? You know I'm loco
Headbutting hoes like I'm ocho (cinco)
I be in the valley with the stoners and the cholos
Niggas stacking more dough, you know how that shit go
You should get a tan, get your dollars, take a photo
My cologne say Versace, my dick say blow me
My drawers say polo, yeah bitch polo!
Need a white girl with an ass like Coco's
Hit that pussy right, girl I bought you some Menolo's
That was Adderall, shit, I used to pop NoDoz
Used to have one bitch, now I got four hoes
Hi my name is Jarren, I am not normal
[?] that pussy, hit it like porno
Mr. Drummond [?]
Skeeted in her face, I treat that bitch just like a urinal
Webby tell these hating niggas slit they wrist
Every track we on we take a shit on it
Ladies show your tits, meet a nigga back stage
Where you'll see me pull my dick out and lick on it
Me and Webby hurting and we murdering any motherf*cker that's looking at us sideways
Cut the body five ways, we skin em and drop em off at the highway
Pussy ass niggas so irate, we got em screaming...
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo
I was sick of demolishing, decapitate whoever thinking they killing
Doing the hottest three activated
Murdering many men and make 'em say god is a rapper, wait
Better bow before Nina, don't even try to spit at the great
Sick, then I'ma get pissed at em when they get wack and fake
Bitch, get on my dick quick, give it a lick it, acclimate
Get what you're giving, get with the gift and go gravitate
Acting a ape, I ate up a animal I aggravate
Whole lotta people getting a whiff of the Niner
They loving a nigga cause I'm a hell of a rhymer
Women are looking finer, I never decline her
She wanna climb my timer, stick it in her slimer
I get the pudding, never gotta wine and dine her
When a busta run up with a broken heart he get a shiner
When it comes to murking on music I'm a deadly designer
I'm drinking my Hennessy mixture out of a Steiner!
If you tripping on my bucker I'ma cut a nigga up with a machete
Cause I'm running with a gang that'll bring that flame with a thang and it's heavy
You don't wanna f*ck with a Tech N9ne or my nigga JB or Chris Webby
Having everybody saying "oh no"
Bustin up the window of a 6 Chevy
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo
We don't fight fair, we right here
We the reason you've been waking up with nightmares
Got em running, got em running
From the second they see us coming, I got em saying...
Hold up. On your mark, ready, set, go
Look at Web flow
I be jabbing with the right and then I hit em with a left blow
Knock em back in time like they chilling with Bill and Ted, yo
To a land before time, T-Rex ho
So many bars you would think I'm living on Death Row
Webby's just a motherf*cking dog, where's Petco?
Followed a plate of kibbles n bits with an egg roll
Genius in the laboratory cooking blue meth, yo
Call me Heisenberg, cause when I rhyme with words
These motherf*ckers are behind the curve
I drive and swerve, turn and I ride the curve
And hit every pedestrian that doesn't find the nerve...
...to get out of the way, "Karen did you see that shit?"
Yeah maybe you should drive, cause the weed I hit
Got me feeling so loco, la vida, bitch
Why you even pass me that shit?
But f*ck it man I'm an animal, but you never seen my species
Brand new breed they discovered in CT
Homegrown bitch, yelling "feed me, feed me!"
And every listener is pressing repeat
Bitch I got a sick mind, stomach bug and a brain
Insane, you gotta keep me handcuffed with a chain
But I'll still break out like Burt Wonderstone
So anytime you see me coming, yo, I got em yelling out..
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo
Strange Music, Funk Volume, Homegrown
Juggernauts of this independent hip-hop shit, man
Bitch!
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo
Yeah nigga, oh no, gin and four loko
Who you getting crazy with, ese? You know I'm loco
Headbutting hoes like I'm ocho (cinco)
I be in the valley with the stoners and the cholos
Niggas stacking more dough, you know how that shit go
You should get a tan, get your dollars, take a photo
My cologne say Versace, my dick say blow me
My drawers say polo, yeah bitch polo!
Need a white girl with an ass like Coco's
Hit that pussy right, girl I bought you some Menolo's
That was Adderall, shit, I used to pop NoDoz
Used to have one bitch, now I got four hoes
Hi my name is Jarren, I am not normal
[?] that pussy, hit it like porno
Mr. Drummond [?]
Skeeted in her face, I treat that bitch just like a urinal
Webby tell these hating niggas slit they wrist
Every track we on we take a shit on it
Ladies show your tits, meet a nigga back stage
Where you'll see me pull my dick out and lick on it
Me and Webby hurting and we murdering any motherf*cker that's looking at us sideways
Cut the body five ways, we skin em and drop em off at the highway
Pussy ass niggas so irate, we got em screaming...
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo
I was sick of demolishing, decapitate whoever thinking they killing
Doing the hottest three activated
Murdering many men and make 'em say god is a rapper, wait
Better bow before Nina, don't even try to spit at the great
Sick, then I'ma get pissed at em when they get wack and fake
Bitch, get on my dick quick, give it a lick it, acclimate
Get what you're giving, get with the gift and go gravitate
Acting a ape, I ate up a animal I aggravate
Whole lotta people getting a whiff of the Niner
They loving a nigga cause I'm a hell of a rhymer
Women are looking finer, I never decline her
She wanna climb my timer, stick it in her slimer
I get the pudding, never gotta wine and dine her
When a busta run up with a broken heart he get a shiner
When it comes to murking on music I'm a deadly designer
I'm drinking my Hennessy mixture out of a Steiner!
If you tripping on my bucker I'ma cut a nigga up with a machete
Cause I'm running with a gang that'll bring that flame with a thang and it's heavy
You don't wanna f*ck with a Tech N9ne or my nigga JB or Chris Webby
Having everybody saying "oh no"
Bustin up the window of a 6 Chevy
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo
We don't fight fair, we right here
We the reason you've been waking up with nightmares
Got em running, got em running
From the second they see us coming, I got em saying...
Hold up. On your mark, ready, set, go
Look at Web flow
I be jabbing with the right and then I hit em with a left blow
Knock em back in time like they chilling with Bill and Ted, yo
To a land before time, T-Rex ho
So many bars you would think I'm living on Death Row
Webby's just a motherf*cking dog, where's Petco?
Followed a plate of kibbles n bits with an egg roll
Genius in the laboratory cooking blue meth, yo
Call me Heisenberg, cause when I rhyme with words
These motherf*ckers are behind the curve
I drive and swerve, turn and I ride the curve
And hit every pedestrian that doesn't find the nerve...
...to get out of the way, "Karen did you see that shit?"
Yeah maybe you should drive, cause the weed I hit
Got me feeling so loco, la vida, bitch
Why you even pass me that shit?
But f*ck it man I'm an animal, but you never seen my species
Brand new breed they discovered in CT
Homegrown bitch, yelling "feed me, feed me!"
And every listener is pressing repeat
Bitch I got a sick mind, stomach bug and a brain
Insane, you gotta keep me handcuffed with a chain
But I'll still break out like Burt Wonderstone
So anytime you see me coming, yo, I got em yelling out..
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo
Strange Music, Funk Volume, Homegrown
Juggernauts of this independent hip-hop shit, man
Bitch!
Writer: Aaron Dontez Yates, Christian Webster, Jarren Benton
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Label Office Cypher
I'm an untrained dog, no collar
Had loose screws since I was a toddler
Yo don't bother
Up in this bitch drinking vodka like water
Do you read me? Roger, I am a monster
All young buck white kids put the mic down, I am your father
Still be drinking like I did when I was up at Hofstra
Taking more shots than I did playing Contra
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
Let me take a sip of water, I don't know if I'm straight
Lost track of all the LIT's that I drank
And I'm feeling like I just might faint
But I lace my sneakers, eat a piece of pizza
And throw another [?] up on the Visa
Bangin' out those speakers
Going hard in the paint like I f*cked Mona Lisa
Where the chronic B?
My short term memory is chronically
F*cked up, cause I burn down constantly
How could I shape up? I forgot geometry
But they gon' learn CT and geography
Cause I got the whole damn world watching me
It's hard to even keep up with it honestly
Let's gettin' it muthaf*ckin' poppin' B
Will lose some brain cells
I don't think I'm leaving this
Muthaf*cker, 'til someone takes away my keys and shit
I haven't been trained well, I'm so disobedient
Got that verbal dope, so just holla if you need a fix
Drop a freestyle, daily fire
Lighting up a bong up that'll take me higher
Crazy rhymer, that's known to cross the line like a stereotypical Asian driver
Web so sick that I make'em nauseous
Go balls out, never play it cautious
Went from a [?] to rapping to muthaf*ckers in suits in a label office
I'm a beast on the mic with a beatbox flow
Anybody steppin' after he rocks, no
He got flow, I'm an animal, follow my name with an e-i, e-i, e-i-o
Seat ride low when I'm cruising in
With a cup full of brown like Julian
With a trailer park boy and some hooligans
Got bars, yeah I got a few of them
C Web
Had loose screws since I was a toddler
Yo don't bother
Up in this bitch drinking vodka like water
Do you read me? Roger, I am a monster
All young buck white kids put the mic down, I am your father
Still be drinking like I did when I was up at Hofstra
Taking more shots than I did playing Contra
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
Let me take a sip of water, I don't know if I'm straight
Lost track of all the LIT's that I drank
And I'm feeling like I just might faint
But I lace my sneakers, eat a piece of pizza
And throw another [?] up on the Visa
Bangin' out those speakers
Going hard in the paint like I f*cked Mona Lisa
Where the chronic B?
My short term memory is chronically
F*cked up, cause I burn down constantly
How could I shape up? I forgot geometry
But they gon' learn CT and geography
Cause I got the whole damn world watching me
It's hard to even keep up with it honestly
Let's gettin' it muthaf*ckin' poppin' B
Will lose some brain cells
I don't think I'm leaving this
Muthaf*cker, 'til someone takes away my keys and shit
I haven't been trained well, I'm so disobedient
Got that verbal dope, so just holla if you need a fix
Drop a freestyle, daily fire
Lighting up a bong up that'll take me higher
Crazy rhymer, that's known to cross the line like a stereotypical Asian driver
Web so sick that I make'em nauseous
Go balls out, never play it cautious
Went from a [?] to rapping to muthaf*ckers in suits in a label office
I'm a beast on the mic with a beatbox flow
Anybody steppin' after he rocks, no
He got flow, I'm an animal, follow my name with an e-i, e-i, e-i-o
Seat ride low when I'm cruising in
With a cup full of brown like Julian
With a trailer park boy and some hooligans
Got bars, yeah I got a few of them
C Web
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, KENNY URBAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
World On Fire
Hey, they're calling
They're calling my name
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I been real through all this
Staring straight at the flame
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I ain't going away
Standing tall, head high, doing what I wanna do
If I fall, I get up, I done came too far to lose
Pushing through, pick it up, even when my body's tired
I got enough drive inside to set the f*ckin world on fire
What can I do for me now
Used to the enemy shooting me down
But truthfully how
Could you try to stop me when truth can be found?
And knowing that life is a lesson
Dont question what you can be now
We let this aggression take over and over and over
A chip on our shoulder bigger, ignore what they told us
I told you I was a soldier (yeah)
Never quit, don't fall
If I do, I apologize y'all
Might slip, won't trip
To be real, shit I idolize y'all
Why? Cuz if you hear me now
You ain't take the easy way out
You knew there was light at the end of the tunnel
When you couldn't see a way out
Faith is what you can't teach
Haters may say what you can't reach
As long as I stay playing these beats
At the end of my day, y'all I'm at peace
Peace of mind, Imma just ease my mind
Relieved with the peace I find
And ease my rhymes, I need my time
Somebody out there might need these lines
Yep, I got you
Ain't a choice no more, I got to
Ain't nobody thats gone stop you
Dont cry home boy thats not you
Look, when it ain't easy I know that
Been came too close to go back
Your dream is yours believe that
Yep even when the world can't see that
I see that, that's real
Hey, they're calling
They're calling my name
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I been real through all this
Staring straight at the flame
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I ain't going away
Standing tall, head high, doing what I wanna do
If I fall, I get up, I done came too far to lose
Pushing through, pick it up, even when my body's tired
I got enough drive inside to set the f*ckin world on fire
Told myself I got this shit (is this my time?)
Better hope to God it is
Losing my mind, show me a sign
I'm no astrologist but I just need to know
Cause I really put all that I got in this
When all I had was empty bank accounts and broken promises
Life ain't like the comics, ain't no Superman to save the day
Ain't no one to clear the road, it's on you to pave the way
Get your dreams tatted up, never let em fade away
And toughen up that skin and disregard what all them haters say
Listen I been through all that too
What you think I ain't been down on my luck?
I'm dealing with shit on the daily, it's driving me crazy
But I ain't about to give up
Keeping my family close so I can know everybody around me I trust
Now I got Earth right up in my hands
Get ready cause this shit about to combust, what?
I'm not lying when I say
That the world could end tomorrow, set fire to it today
(HomeGrown)
Ay, we really ain't too different after all
Im tryna find my happy place and you're welcome to tag along
I know what it's like sometimes when you feel like it's over
Cause everything that's wrong goes right when it's all for the fight
Handle yours like a soldier, and make em say...
I know what it's like sometimes when you feel like it's over
Cause everything that's wrong goes right when it's all for the fight
Give it up like I told ya, and make em say...
I got, I got, I got the world on fire man
I got, I got, I got the world on fire man
I got, I got the world on fire!
Hey, they're calling
They're calling my name
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I been real through all this
Staring straight at the flame
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I ain't going away
They're calling my name
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I been real through all this
Staring straight at the flame
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I ain't going away
Standing tall, head high, doing what I wanna do
If I fall, I get up, I done came too far to lose
Pushing through, pick it up, even when my body's tired
I got enough drive inside to set the f*ckin world on fire
What can I do for me now
Used to the enemy shooting me down
But truthfully how
Could you try to stop me when truth can be found?
And knowing that life is a lesson
Dont question what you can be now
We let this aggression take over and over and over
A chip on our shoulder bigger, ignore what they told us
I told you I was a soldier (yeah)
Never quit, don't fall
If I do, I apologize y'all
Might slip, won't trip
To be real, shit I idolize y'all
Why? Cuz if you hear me now
You ain't take the easy way out
You knew there was light at the end of the tunnel
When you couldn't see a way out
Faith is what you can't teach
Haters may say what you can't reach
As long as I stay playing these beats
At the end of my day, y'all I'm at peace
Peace of mind, Imma just ease my mind
Relieved with the peace I find
And ease my rhymes, I need my time
Somebody out there might need these lines
Yep, I got you
Ain't a choice no more, I got to
Ain't nobody thats gone stop you
Dont cry home boy thats not you
Look, when it ain't easy I know that
Been came too close to go back
Your dream is yours believe that
Yep even when the world can't see that
I see that, that's real
Hey, they're calling
They're calling my name
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I been real through all this
Staring straight at the flame
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I ain't going away
Standing tall, head high, doing what I wanna do
If I fall, I get up, I done came too far to lose
Pushing through, pick it up, even when my body's tired
I got enough drive inside to set the f*ckin world on fire
Told myself I got this shit (is this my time?)
Better hope to God it is
Losing my mind, show me a sign
I'm no astrologist but I just need to know
Cause I really put all that I got in this
When all I had was empty bank accounts and broken promises
Life ain't like the comics, ain't no Superman to save the day
Ain't no one to clear the road, it's on you to pave the way
Get your dreams tatted up, never let em fade away
And toughen up that skin and disregard what all them haters say
Listen I been through all that too
What you think I ain't been down on my luck?
I'm dealing with shit on the daily, it's driving me crazy
But I ain't about to give up
Keeping my family close so I can know everybody around me I trust
Now I got Earth right up in my hands
Get ready cause this shit about to combust, what?
I'm not lying when I say
That the world could end tomorrow, set fire to it today
(HomeGrown)
Ay, we really ain't too different after all
Im tryna find my happy place and you're welcome to tag along
I know what it's like sometimes when you feel like it's over
Cause everything that's wrong goes right when it's all for the fight
Handle yours like a soldier, and make em say...
I know what it's like sometimes when you feel like it's over
Cause everything that's wrong goes right when it's all for the fight
Give it up like I told ya, and make em say...
I got, I got, I got the world on fire man
I got, I got, I got the world on fire man
I got, I got the world on fire!
Hey, they're calling
They're calling my name
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I been real through all this
Staring straight at the flame
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I ain't going away
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, DANIEL ZAVAROS, JON CONNOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Stand Up
Lately I've been contemplating
Watching humans tear apart this f*cking planet
Like they've never heard of moderation
The people running things ain't worried bout no conservation
Unless there's money in the conversation
But what happens when the soil is too toxic for the plants to grow
And all our drinking water is polluted (got the answer bro?)
All I know is humans are the cancer of the planet
Forecast: lots of global warming with a chance of snow
Hoping things will change but I doubt they ever will
Mother nature dying while we yelling drill, baby drill
So in turn the world's heating up, climate change creeping up
Hell, at least those folks at Exxon made a decent buck
Carbon footprints on the world that'll never wash away
While the ones in charge of it ignoring what we got to say
Still we gotta try, all we got is you and I
Put your mother f*cking fists in the sky, come and
Stand up, stand up, if you gonna fight for what you believe
Stand up, stand up, if you ain't falling for what they teaching
Stand up, stand up, if any time your back's up against the wall
Stand up, stand up, take away my freedom, you'll give me the reason to stand up!
I don't dabble much in things that are political
But it ain't hard to see
That half these politicians running shit are criminal
They way we written history is strictly fictitiously
Still they try tricking me, telling me that I'm living free
Now keeping quiet while they take away our freedoms
(Hell, they're just the constitutional laws, who f*ckin' needs em?)
And the mainstream media decides what you'll be seeing
So I'm sceptical of everything, don't know what to believe in
Cause they lying to us right under our noses
And we know it but there's nothing we can do to control it
And it's got me losing sleep
Cause I'm seeing shit different than when I was younger
Watching world hunger while the economy's going under
Too caught up in reality shows and cell phones
Eatin' food full of GMO's to say
Yo! I've had enough of all these lies
All we got is you and I
Put your f*cking fists up in the sky
Come and
Stand up, stand up, if you gonna fight for what you believe
Stand up, stand up, if you ain't falling for what they teaching
Stand up, stand up, if any time your back's up against the wall
Stand up, stand up, take away my freedom, you'll give me the reason to stand up!
See now we've got these countries beefin' with us, like some World War III shit
Things about to change, you'd be blind not to see this
Civil unrest, the greatest country in the west
Bout' to crumble like the Roman Empire, nonetheless
Our oceans full of plastic, and the air is full of chemicals
Well, we let it happen like it's consensual
But f*ck that
Educate yourselves and don't fall for what they been tellin'
Just tell them to throw there fist in the sky and start a rebellion!
Watching humans tear apart this f*cking planet
Like they've never heard of moderation
The people running things ain't worried bout no conservation
Unless there's money in the conversation
But what happens when the soil is too toxic for the plants to grow
And all our drinking water is polluted (got the answer bro?)
All I know is humans are the cancer of the planet
Forecast: lots of global warming with a chance of snow
Hoping things will change but I doubt they ever will
Mother nature dying while we yelling drill, baby drill
So in turn the world's heating up, climate change creeping up
Hell, at least those folks at Exxon made a decent buck
Carbon footprints on the world that'll never wash away
While the ones in charge of it ignoring what we got to say
Still we gotta try, all we got is you and I
Put your mother f*cking fists in the sky, come and
Stand up, stand up, if you gonna fight for what you believe
Stand up, stand up, if you ain't falling for what they teaching
Stand up, stand up, if any time your back's up against the wall
Stand up, stand up, take away my freedom, you'll give me the reason to stand up!
I don't dabble much in things that are political
But it ain't hard to see
That half these politicians running shit are criminal
They way we written history is strictly fictitiously
Still they try tricking me, telling me that I'm living free
Now keeping quiet while they take away our freedoms
(Hell, they're just the constitutional laws, who f*ckin' needs em?)
And the mainstream media decides what you'll be seeing
So I'm sceptical of everything, don't know what to believe in
Cause they lying to us right under our noses
And we know it but there's nothing we can do to control it
And it's got me losing sleep
Cause I'm seeing shit different than when I was younger
Watching world hunger while the economy's going under
Too caught up in reality shows and cell phones
Eatin' food full of GMO's to say
Yo! I've had enough of all these lies
All we got is you and I
Put your f*cking fists up in the sky
Come and
Stand up, stand up, if you gonna fight for what you believe
Stand up, stand up, if you ain't falling for what they teaching
Stand up, stand up, if any time your back's up against the wall
Stand up, stand up, take away my freedom, you'll give me the reason to stand up!
See now we've got these countries beefin' with us, like some World War III shit
Things about to change, you'd be blind not to see this
Civil unrest, the greatest country in the west
Bout' to crumble like the Roman Empire, nonetheless
Our oceans full of plastic, and the air is full of chemicals
Well, we let it happen like it's consensual
But f*ck that
Educate yourselves and don't fall for what they been tellin'
Just tell them to throw there fist in the sky and start a rebellion!
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, GAMAL KOSH LEWIS, MITCHUM CHIN, DWAYNE CHIN QUEE
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Dopamine
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Dopamine, dopamine
That I'm on, that I want
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Dopamine, dopamine
See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy
So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me
And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit
Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip
Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs
That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar
Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm f*ckin'
Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'
Goin' commando in a pair of sweats
Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set
And that dopamine be flowin' on stage
Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way
It's chillin' with your best homies
The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie
Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces
So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
And everything is how it's suppose to be
And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
That bamma weed you smokin', ain't f*ckin' with the OG
I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often
I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing
Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost
Thanks to stimulating endorphins, brings me closer to the coffin
Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge
Wake up, when they go to bed
Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett
Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies
Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady
Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to
These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool
Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories
Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley
Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine
My fuel is my kerosene
You ever live the life of a heretic?
That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Bitch on my lap, gyratin'
Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'
High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'
Annihilatin' some kind of [?]
That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'
And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'
[?] lie in your basement
Arise in the pavement
Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship
That fix
I'm suppose to dream
I chase Hennessey with dopamine
This is dope
I mean, I ain't sober
Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean
My momma cookin'? Encore
The family members I die for
The two beautiful kids I stay alive for
Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more
That fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
And everything is how it's suppose to be
And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
Let me put you down, with some realness
You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit
Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit
Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this
With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously
With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics
The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it
We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up
We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up
The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' [?]
Toast at the table when we celebrate our [?]
Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing
Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation
It's a presentation and we hope you see
You're in need of that dopamine
I'm just tryna' get my fix
[Verse 5: Trae Tha Truth]
Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'
Shoulda' been [?] on it
Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it
Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it
Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it
I'm fully sober, my fix is [?] and change
And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange
I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies
No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it
I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them
And I ain't tryn'
I'm the truth and I don't f*ck with that [mind?], stay from [?]
Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out
Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out
I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out
And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out
Say [?] [?] [?], I'm on my turn up
Get [tightest?] in them [?], [?] me a drink, you bout to turn up
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
And everything is how it's suppose to be
And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
Dopamine, dopamine
That I'm on, that I want
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Dopamine, dopamine
See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy
So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me
And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit
Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip
Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs
That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar
Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm f*ckin'
Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'
Goin' commando in a pair of sweats
Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set
And that dopamine be flowin' on stage
Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way
It's chillin' with your best homies
The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie
Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces
So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
And everything is how it's suppose to be
And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
That bamma weed you smokin', ain't f*ckin' with the OG
I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often
I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing
Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost
Thanks to stimulating endorphins, brings me closer to the coffin
Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge
Wake up, when they go to bed
Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett
Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies
Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady
Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to
These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool
Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories
Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley
Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine
My fuel is my kerosene
You ever live the life of a heretic?
That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Bitch on my lap, gyratin'
Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'
High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'
Annihilatin' some kind of [?]
That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'
And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'
[?] lie in your basement
Arise in the pavement
Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship
That fix
I'm suppose to dream
I chase Hennessey with dopamine
This is dope
I mean, I ain't sober
Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean
My momma cookin'? Encore
The family members I die for
The two beautiful kids I stay alive for
Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more
That fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
And everything is how it's suppose to be
And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
Let me put you down, with some realness
You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit
Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit
Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this
With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously
With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics
The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it
We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up
We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up
The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' [?]
Toast at the table when we celebrate our [?]
Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing
Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation
It's a presentation and we hope you see
You're in need of that dopamine
I'm just tryna' get my fix
[Verse 5: Trae Tha Truth]
Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'
Shoulda' been [?] on it
Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it
Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it
Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it
I'm fully sober, my fix is [?] and change
And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange
I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies
No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it
I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them
And I ain't tryn'
I'm the truth and I don't f*ck with that [mind?], stay from [?]
Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out
Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out
I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out
And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out
Say [?] [?] [?], I'm on my turn up
Get [tightest?] in them [?], [?] me a drink, you bout to turn up
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
And everything is how it's suppose to be
And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, LOUIS FREESE, TALIB KWELI, PHILIP ANTHONY BERNARD, DAVEN VANDERPOOL, FRAZIER OTHEL THOMPSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Day In The Life
Feeling like nobody knows me so I'm pouring out my soul
The game I'm in is lonely but this shit is all I know
Riding in my Chevy down this one way road
Taking it slow, but still I'm losing control
It's just a day in the life
Things that keep you up awake through the night
Praying that the moves I'm making are right
Tryna find myself a way through the fight
Yeah, it's just a day in the life
Came up in the game just a youngin with a mean flow
Here to rock until the clock hits zero
Feel like I'm seeing the world through a peep hole
Stressed out, what you think I'm smoking weed for?
Gotta put one in the air like a free throw, or a G4
All these people doubting me and judging me without knowing me
So what you mean though?
Living life, what you hating on me for?
Oh you mad after finally getting mine
All these years on the grind I'm dropping shit
And now I'm getting shine, breaking records online
But every single one of my accomplishments
Comes at a cost, losing my mind
Always faded off of that pot prescript
Can't slip up, I don't got time
Nobody ever built a kind of watch for this
This life it'll break you down so get ready
Living down this one way road in my Chevy
Carrying the weight of the world is too heavy
So let me show you people what it's like being Webby
So doubt me, hate me, judge me, love me
Either f*cking way I'm making it
'Cause I was made for this, yeah
Feeling like nobody knows me so I'm pouring out my soul
The game I'm in is lonely but this shit is all I know
Riding in my Chevy down this one way road
Taking it slow, but still I'm losing control
It's just a day in the life
Things that keep you up awake through the night
Praying that the moves I'm making are right
Tryna find myself a way through the fight
Yeah, it's just a day in the life
See, everyone thinks they know how this life works
But they don't see the negatives
On tour at least half of the year
Missing holidays and hardly seeing my relatives
They don't know about the stress of the game
Everyday damn day, shit it got me popping sedatives
Like they f*cking jelly beans, will I ever see the end of this?
If I do, shit, will I even remember it?
I don't know man, all this rapping shit
Got me second guessing everything I had convinced
At the end of the day, f*ck it I asked for this
I wouldn't take it back for shit
I'ma soldier, with a good head on my shoulders
In it til I win it or I get a game over
Feeling like I'm on a roller coaster
Friends turn to foes and my heart grows colder
Drawn to the game like a moth to the flame
Sacrifice it all for the fame
But it's all worth it when you up on stage and they calling your name
No doubt I'll be paying the price in the end
But I'm cool now taking a right down the road untraveled
Seatbelt strapped in, this is just another day in the life
And I'm feeling like I'm losing my mind
This game will lock you up for certain
But I'm doing my time
I keep a smile on my face, I keep my head to the sky
And in the end I know I'ma be alright
Feeling like nobody knows me so I'm pouring out my soul
The game I'm in is lonely but this shit is all I know
Riding in my Chevy down this one way road
Taking it slow, but still I'm losing control
It's just a day in the life
Things that keep you up awake through the night
Praying that the moves I'm making are right
Tryna find myself a way through the fight
Yeah, it's just a day in the life
Yeah, to all my friends and family
To all the fans
Thank you for believing in me, man
We here now
The game I'm in is lonely but this shit is all I know
Riding in my Chevy down this one way road
Taking it slow, but still I'm losing control
It's just a day in the life
Things that keep you up awake through the night
Praying that the moves I'm making are right
Tryna find myself a way through the fight
Yeah, it's just a day in the life
Came up in the game just a youngin with a mean flow
Here to rock until the clock hits zero
Feel like I'm seeing the world through a peep hole
Stressed out, what you think I'm smoking weed for?
Gotta put one in the air like a free throw, or a G4
All these people doubting me and judging me without knowing me
So what you mean though?
Living life, what you hating on me for?
Oh you mad after finally getting mine
All these years on the grind I'm dropping shit
And now I'm getting shine, breaking records online
But every single one of my accomplishments
Comes at a cost, losing my mind
Always faded off of that pot prescript
Can't slip up, I don't got time
Nobody ever built a kind of watch for this
This life it'll break you down so get ready
Living down this one way road in my Chevy
Carrying the weight of the world is too heavy
So let me show you people what it's like being Webby
So doubt me, hate me, judge me, love me
Either f*cking way I'm making it
'Cause I was made for this, yeah
Feeling like nobody knows me so I'm pouring out my soul
The game I'm in is lonely but this shit is all I know
Riding in my Chevy down this one way road
Taking it slow, but still I'm losing control
It's just a day in the life
Things that keep you up awake through the night
Praying that the moves I'm making are right
Tryna find myself a way through the fight
Yeah, it's just a day in the life
See, everyone thinks they know how this life works
But they don't see the negatives
On tour at least half of the year
Missing holidays and hardly seeing my relatives
They don't know about the stress of the game
Everyday damn day, shit it got me popping sedatives
Like they f*cking jelly beans, will I ever see the end of this?
If I do, shit, will I even remember it?
I don't know man, all this rapping shit
Got me second guessing everything I had convinced
At the end of the day, f*ck it I asked for this
I wouldn't take it back for shit
I'ma soldier, with a good head on my shoulders
In it til I win it or I get a game over
Feeling like I'm on a roller coaster
Friends turn to foes and my heart grows colder
Drawn to the game like a moth to the flame
Sacrifice it all for the fame
But it's all worth it when you up on stage and they calling your name
No doubt I'll be paying the price in the end
But I'm cool now taking a right down the road untraveled
Seatbelt strapped in, this is just another day in the life
And I'm feeling like I'm losing my mind
This game will lock you up for certain
But I'm doing my time
I keep a smile on my face, I keep my head to the sky
And in the end I know I'ma be alright
Feeling like nobody knows me so I'm pouring out my soul
The game I'm in is lonely but this shit is all I know
Riding in my Chevy down this one way road
Taking it slow, but still I'm losing control
It's just a day in the life
Things that keep you up awake through the night
Praying that the moves I'm making are right
Tryna find myself a way through the fight
Yeah, it's just a day in the life
Yeah, to all my friends and family
To all the fans
Thank you for believing in me, man
We here now
Writer: CHRISTIAN WEBSTER, WILLIAM BOOKER WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes