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chris webby - chemically imbalanced lyrics

[verse:]
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 s–t 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

[chorus:]
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 sh-t)
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)

[verse 2:]
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 cl-ss, getting drunk and missin math
bangin chicks without a rubber, crushin pills up on the desk
chemically imbalanced in this m———-r, startin s–t
still i was a smart kid, got myself a scholarship
private schools with it, b-tton-downs with the doctors
and the jansport full of weed stuffed into my locker

[chorus:]
[verse 3:]
see i’m just wreckin out weekly, livin on repeat
still in highschool but the teachers could never reach me
always was the f–k 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 red
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-cl-ss 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 s–t don’t make your problems then he lost forreal

[chorus:]

- chris webby lyrics

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