Chris Webby - Im Gone lyrics

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Chris Webby - Im Gone lyrics

Refrain: There's a lotta people talkin' to me, I don't hear nothin' Pop the pill how I'm rollin' My head hears the repercussion I'm gone, I'm gone I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone Driftin' to another world, losin' touch with gravity Losin' touch with everything, even my own reality I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gas to buy the whisky when am gone Got my unusual pharmaceuticals, everyone is edible Barely sensible, but I'm feelin' f*ckin' incredible Like Bruce Banner changin' the standard And bein' lifted, got another Dutchie twisted, the size of a f*ckin' midget I rhyme and they f*ckin' wit us, so why would I f*ckin' quit it? So I tap my blunt ashes on these liars and f*ckin' critics designed to just be your menace Let me pop a pill and witness me defy the laws of physics, tell Newton I really did it No losin', so let me get it, maneuverin' with the quickness, I'm the reason that my local pharmacy is still in business I'm the illest s**a to step out the clinic with bad news, now they see me as more than a gimic with tattoos They hatin' and f*ck you. Yo , f*ck it, where's my medicine, I think I got another doctor's appointment to pencil in Almost at an Atteral, pop another Ambien, buckled in on whatever shuttle they try to land me in Refrain. I'll be poppin' G ladies until I'm at least 80 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 Novacain, palms sweaty, it's alright though Molly and some acid tabs, yep, that is the right dose I'm bad news, you want different then go to Geico Drug induced animal, postin' up with the lights low Brim to my eyebrows, higher than the sky's clouds. I'm Mike Vick and b*tches refusin' to lie down Greater than Alexander, I'm searchin' for my crown Ounces don't do it no more, I gotta buy pounds Break it down, then I roll it up quick and light that sh*t, ain't nobody messin' with the flow now, better slow down, You ain't rippin' mics like this, you don't live a life like this, so go and shut your lips Pa** the f*ckin' joint, man, I need another hit Refrain. La, la, la, la.......

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