I’m Gone(Explicit) - Chris Webby

I'm Gone (Explicit) - Chris Webby
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 I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone
Driftin' to another world
Losing touch with gravity
Losing touch with everything
Even my own reality
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
Got my unusual pharmaceuticals
Everyone is edible
Barely sensible
But I'm feeling f**kin' incredible
Like Bruce Banner changin' the standard of being lifted
Got another duchie twisted the size of a f**kin' midget
I rhyme and they f**kin wit' it
So why would I f**kin' quit it
So I'll tap my blunt ashes on these liars and f**kin' 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**k you
And f**k 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
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 I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
Driftin' to another world
Losing touch with gravity
Losing touch with everything
Even my own reality
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
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 ** induced animal posted up with the lights low
Brim to my eyebrows
Higher than the sky's clouds
I'm Mike Vick and b**ches 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 nobody 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 pass the f**kin' joint man
I need another hit
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 I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone
Driftin' to another world
Losing touch with gravity
Losing touch with everything
Even my own reality
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
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