Ab-Soul - Gone Insane lyrics

[Verse 1:] I feel like, I'm affiliated with, the illuminati, b**h All seein' f**in eye (I), this is your enlightenment I'm lightin' this, fire my supplier always like to give Higher than I've ever been these heights are mighty frightening Throw ya hands up as if you wanna strike like lightening Don't shoot, you can't fight a viking on vicodin Can you? Hmmmm I would like to see you try it then I be eatin' rappers that's the only way I'm bitin' them That was yummy yummy, dummy dummy, nothing's funny funny Give a b**h a sippy sippy, then I get some s**y s**y s**y s**y now, think the n***a must be lucky lucky She's such a doll, I guess that makes me Chucky Wa**up with ya'll other than nothing at all? b**hes lickin' my balls, you ain't nuttin' at all! You ain't nuttin' at all Neither am I Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die! I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG) Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O [Chorus:] Grab a b**h then grab ya dick Pop a fifth and have a sip Smoke a blunt, pop a pill Fly n***a, fly n***a Party every single night Mingle with a n***a wife Doggone, we all gone Die n***a, die n***a [Verse 2:] Life's a b**h, but she won't let me hit So I just masturbate to her naked flicks I ain't got change for a dolla, but I think I'm making sense I do resemble my father, but do I really know I'm his? Sometimes I like to go on a tangent of random sh** Stay with her Black n Mild out with a handful of acid tips Skywalker in the blunt, Darth Vader in the cup You don't get lifted with us, your elevators stuck I never gave a f**, my name never came up But now that I done came up, I think I'm King Tut I told Punch I'd probably get a**a**inated by the government He probably think I'm sniffin' c**aine and some other sh** I'm on some other sh**, Black Hippie ho! Yippy ka yeee, Yippy ka yoo Tilt ya head you see me in the sky Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die! I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG) Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O [Chorus:] Grab a b**h then grab ya dick Pop a fifth and have a sip Smoke a blunt, pop a pill Fly n***a, fly n***a Party every single night Mingle with a n***a wife Doggone, we all gone Die n***a, die n***a [Verse 3:] Drownin' in Moscato, popular pothead Feel like I hit the lotto, and I just got head From a famous model (who?), Gloria Velez Lusting for Cubana's culo you know what it is I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, experience my fate All I'm missin' is a band of gypsies and some purple haze But now it's OG Kush and aeroinstrumentals No need to insinuate, miss me with the innuendo Ya outlooks lousy someone needs a new window I'm a win I just don't know when though you bimbos know what you in for some info to make you exercise your mental A seed small as my pinkie can be your weeping willow I'm so I'll I'm held hostage at a hospital Doin' it big like not little Tivo the revolution when it's televised Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die! I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG) Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O [Chorus:] Grab a b**h then grab ya dick Pop a fifth and have a sip Smoke a blunt, pop a pill Fly n***a, fly n***a Party every single night Mingle with a n***a wife Doggone, we all gone Die n***a, die n***a