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chris webby - i'm gone lyrics

[hook]
there’s a lot of people talking to me, i don’t hear nothin’
pop a pill now i’m rollin’, all i hear is the percussion
i’m gone [x5]
driftin’ to another world, losing touch with gravity
losing touch with everything, even my own reality
i’m gone [x7]

[verse 1]
got my unusual pharmaceuticals, everyone is edible
barely sensible, but i’m feeling f-ckin’ incredible
like bruce banner changin’ the standard of being lifted
got another duchie twisted the size of a f-ckin’ midget
i rhyme and they f-ckin wit’ it
so why would i f-ckin’ quit it
so i’ll tap my blunt ashes on these liars and f-ckin’ critics
designed to just be a menace
let me pop a pill and witness me defy the laws of physics
tell newton i really did it
no losing so let me get it
maneuvering with the quickness
i’m the reason that my local pharmacy is still in business
i’m the illest like i stepped out the clinic with bad news
now they see me as more than just a gimmick with tattoos
they hatin’ then f-ck you, and f-ck it yo where’s my medicine?
i think i got another doctor’s appointment to pencil in
almost out of adderall, pop another ambien
buckled in on whatever shuttle they try to land me in

[hook]

[verse 2]
i’ll be poppin’ g-ladies until i’m at least eighty
unable to see straightly wherever the e takes me
i’m there, poppin’ stars until i’m rollin’ insane
even if the doctor says i’ll get a hole in my brain
i got that mental novacaine, palms sweaty, it’s aight though
molly and some acid tabs, yep! that is the right dose
i’m bad news, you want different? then go to geico
a drug induced animal posted up with the lights low
brim to my eyebrows, higher than the sky’s clouds
i’m mike vick, and b-tches refusing to lie down
greater than alexander, searching for my crown
ounces don’t do it no more, i gotta buy pounds
break it down – then i roll it up quick and i light that sh-t
ain’t n-body messin’ with the flow now,
betta slow down, you ain’t rippin’ mics like this
you don’t live a life like this, so go and shut your lips
and p-ss the f-ckin’ joint man, i need another hit

[hook]

[outro]

- chris webby lyrics

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