In My Baggie
Chris Webby
3:39Yeah You know I've chilled out I don't party like I used to Oh, well Don't get me wrong, it's still in me Occasionally Knock, knock, motherfucker Show up at your door like a telegram (yeah) With a marijuana vaporizer pen in hand And a couple bottles, and drugs by the fuckin' kilogram With some Kylie Jenner lookin' ladies in a Sprinter van Speakers knockin' Killa Cam, Killa Cam-Cam, Killa Cam Hit the plug like the middle man, yeah A decade later and I'm still the man Still break up and roll la-la-la-la And I got my Timberland up on the pedal (In the left lane) Movin' at the speed of Dom Torretto (Go at full speed) Feelin' like I'm in a Sonic level Hand up on the stick like Donatello Keepin' calm and mellow Ignorin' traffic regulations without hesitation In my Chevy racin' Now let me give you a demonstration Ye-ye-ye-yeah Yeah, I get impatient, so I hit the gas until my vehicle is levitatin' Never drink and drive, though Let me make that evident (yeah) But when we crash the party like a herd of wild elephants We gettin' high as Pegasus On seven psychedelic hits Snow like Breckenridge (yeah) Wreckless decadents (yeah) Force to be reckoned with Fucked up in the head, I'm sick Drink in both hands, alcoholic ambidextrous And fully off my rocker and shit I know that I said I'd quit (I know) Tomorrow I'll get it right, but tonight, we goin' hard We be goin' anywhere the fuckin' wind blow Kush clouds pourin' out the window And you know we hit it, get it in, so Put those bottles on ice Time for the shit show We go so hard (Feel like I ain't slept in so long) We go so hard (Knockin' out six in the mornin') Knock, knock, motherfucker, mhm Yeah, its present day Webb again Still up in the laboratory, mixin' up the medicine But I've grown up, though Rarely do I get it in Now I'm chilled out, but that might just be the ketamine kickin' in What? Shit, you thought I was sober? Well, I'm not I'm just more responsible, a little older And so fuckin' busy I don't got time for hangovers Shit, I run a business, got a dog, I'm a homeowner Plus, I'm fuckin' famous (yeah) The stress of it all, for my health Will take a toll, while my medications offer some help So before you judge me for all the pills I got on my shelf Go look hard at yourself Bet you'll see a part of yourself, uh 'Cause we all flawed, with a hand full of vices Tryna find peace in a land full of crisis Try to shut it out with a gram of some white shit And I don't wanna hear it from these damn self righteous (yeah) People thinkin' that they got it all figured out If you knew what I knew You'd be high right now Wish I had the bliss of ignorance, but I don't know how So from time to time, I got to get a pill and crush it down To drown out the sounds of the world collapsin' We all need somethin' to incur distraction While I puff a peace pipe that I burn my grass in What you call a relapse, I call relaxin', yeah We be goin' anywhere the fuckin' wind blow Kush clouds pourin' out the window And you know we hit it, get it in, so Put those bottles on ice Time for the shit show We go so hard Feel like I ain't slept in so long We go so hard Knockin' out six in the mornin' Why I gotta go so hard? Need to slow down, but I can't Oh, Lord, I know Why I gotta go so hard? Turnin' up, knockin' out six in the mornin' Why I gotta go so hard? Need to slow down, but I can't Oh, Lord, I know Why I gotta go so hard? Turnin' up, knockin' out six in the mornin' We be goin' anywhere the fuckin' wind blow Kush clouds pourin' out the window And you know we hit it, get it in, so Put those bottles on ice Time for the shit show We go so hard Feel like I ain't slept in so long We go so hard Knockin' out six in the mornin' Yeah, still goin' hard Seven Wednesdays later Yeah