"Jamo Neat" (2015)

• Walt And Jesse lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)
• Master Of The Ceremony lyrics - Chris Webby
• Whatchu Need lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap & Stacey Michelle)
• Feelin' Like lyrics - Chris Webby
• Screws Loose lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Stacey Michelle)
• True Romance lyrics - Chris Webby
• Say It Ain't So lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)
• Jekyll And Hyde lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Stacey Michelle)
• Vibe 2 It lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)
• That's Life lyrics - Chris Webby

Walt And Jesse lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)

[Chorus: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
(Now you may know me as Sap)
(I'm the man behind the science)
(And Webby's the supplier)
See that he be sampleing the instruments
I pack it and distribute it to give you that fire
(Ay yo, we stay cooking up)
(We stay in the lab, we turn up the heat)
(Keep playing it back so really none of y'all can't stress me)
He got the beats, I got the bars
And when you put that shit together we are like Walt and Jesse!

[Verse 1: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
I was chilling up in South Beach kicking my feet up
Just got off tour trying to soak some UV's up
Album on the source, label situation freezed up
Then I saw Sapsi, he was trying to cook some pizza!
Shit, that sounds right, look, I'mma grab the Jamo
Then I got the flight book, go and catch your plane bro!

(On my way Chris, you know that shit we make is so pure
Some of this clowns think they run us and they so sure
Cause when I'm here in the streets got me so bored
The fans don't need to hear no more
But hey we gon chop the world after this shit we pull
Do it for the check but first for the pitbull
I always had a question, [?]
Man you know how beats in school be kicking six fools
So we skip class, quick fast, and hit the jaw
Zip back on some Chemically Imbalanced!)

Shut your bitch ass!
So wait a minute while we go and hit the skylight
Cause I'm gone, the only way to go is to the darkside
I do whatever I like, now it's a whole CD
Me and Sap up on the track it's so eazy!

[Chorus: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
(Now you may know me as Sap)
(I'm the man behind the science)
(And Webby's the supplier)
See that he be sampleing the instruments
I pack it and distribute it to give you that fire
(Ay yo, we stay cooking up)
(We stay in the lab, we turn up the heat)
(Keep playing it back so really none of y'all can't stress me)
He got the beats, I got the bars
And when you put that shit together we are like Walt and Jesse!

[Verse 2: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
Yo, Mr. White I need a beat!

(Webb I got you, get used to add an extra knock too, you know I got to
We 'bout to have the whole world buying this!)

Word? Lemme try a hit! Yeah, Science Bitch!

(You see we take a peace from the sample
Ain't a damn thing with my beats that we can't do
Got so many stalls that we gon' have a handfull
Of this customers I swear the whole net gon' fuck with us)

You call it the Internet, but I call it the trap
I push my product on the book, the gram and snapchat
When I run out, I pick up my phone ASAP
And we cooking it well, getting mail from ASCAP
Selling tapes out the trunk, then they gotta love bigger
Now the fans lining up they been following twitter
I'mma DM this chick real quick, I'm trynna hit, you dig?

(Come on Webb you know we on the clock nigga!)

[Chorus: Chris Webby & (Sap)]
(Now you may know me as Sap)
(I'm the man behind the science)
(And Webby's the supplier)
See that he be sampleing the instruments
I pack it and distribute it to give you that fire
(Ay yo, we stay cooking up)
(We stay in the lab, we turn up the heat)
(Keep playing it back so really none of y'all can't stress me)
He got the beats, I got the bars
And when you put that shit together we are like Walt and Jesse!

Master Of The Ceremony lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
Webby goin’ hard you can tell when I drop a line
It’s like I’ve had my lyrics genetically modified
Sap givin’ me beats is like feedin’ a mogwai, after twelve o’ clock in the dark
‘Cause I rap like I’m bout to stuff you in your spot into sarcophagi
Oh my God am I, blackin’ out again like I’m hangin’ out with that Cosby guy?
Killin’ rappers as easy as swattin’ flies, with that old school vibe, it’s just like I’ve been fossilized
Murder shit, like they legalize the Purge when I’m rappin’
They chokin’ like they havin’ some kind of allergic reaction
See I’m nervously scratchin’ on they epidermis and that’s when I know I’ll leave a crime scene, get the surgical napkins
Hackin’, slashin’, cuttin’, leavin’ your mufuckin’ head sufferin’ from about twenty different concussions
Every time I try to get my life together, then the fans be like, “Man, where the crazy Webby, yo, I like him better”
So at last I’ll give the people what they’ve asked for
Just get my weed, whisky, see them pills there? Grab four
Get my razor blade, I’ll roll up twenty in my glass RooR
Meet me at the back door, tell them that I’m back, whore
I’m back, fuckers, huh, let’s go

[Hook:]
I could never be what you want me to be
Could never visualize what you want me to see
All I’ve ever known is that I’ma do me
A true MC, yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony

[Interlude: Sap]
Yeah Web, talk that shit
Talk that shit, we don’t let up on these fuckers

[Verse 2:]
A new rap song with Miley Cyrus? Sorry I don’t buy it
This is Hip-Hop, and now we all fuckin’ surrounded by this
Rap, pop, and these bottles, and twerkin’ it right on my dick
So fuckin’ numb is the culture, we’re like, “I kinda like it…”
That ain’t the shit you bump by yourself, get inspired by it
Ain’t the shit that makes you start up a movement, incite a riot
And give a voice to the people who need to be blindly guided
And see somebody to follow, so I’ll be their Iron Giant
To help ‘em forget their problems, at least for a fuckin’ moment
When they throw them beats on and I speak to ‘em and console ‘em
Got fans, just know that like Caesar you could control ‘em
Now what would y’all do with a legion of fuckin’ Romans
Us is entertainers, the ones with a chance to rhyme
Gotta give these people something authentic to stand behind
These rapper say they care, but that’s only on camera time
Then they go right back to rappin’ ‘bout strippers
And damn it I’m, fuckin’ sick of all this stackin’ money, spendin’ money, throwin’ money
Shit it’s a recession, most these listeners are owin’ money
Cash Money, Young Money, his money, her money
But chances are they ain’t never talkin’ ‘bout your money
Fuck money, know what I mean? This real Hip-Hop shit right here

[Hook:]
I could never be what you want me to be
Could never visualize what you want me to see
All I’ve ever known is that I’ma do me
A true MC, yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony
Yeah I’m the master of the ceremony

Whatchu Need lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap & Stacey Michelle)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
When I get up in the booth, Sap play those beats
Yeah the white boy slick, but I stay low-key
Smart kid, brain sharper than a Mako's teeth
I like my chicks a little dirty and my Jamo neat
Like a woman who don’t got a whole lot to say
With a booty more than half her whole body weight
And when you lookin’ like that, I just gotta taste
So I just put ‘em on a plate like I’m Bobby Flay
Maneuvering, when we doin’ things
Get up in her till I rearrange her NuvaRing
Oh shit, why you even steppin’ to a king?
I’m a vet, you could use a little tutoring
Let me break it down, and you could watch as I do
Make her shut the fuck up, I’ma pop and dot you
Stayin’ up all night like I’m Nosferatu
All I know is how to kill it and I probably got to, what?

[Bridge: Stacey Michelle]
I need a drag of that Jameson
‘Cause I got the taste you’ve been savoring
Ooh, ah, I got exactly whatchu need
Said ooh ah, I got exactly whatchu need

[Hook: Stacey Michelle (x4)]
(I got whatchu need)
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need

[Verse 2: Sap]
I’m outworkin’ y’all, yeah I said that
Sonnin’ niggas to get on they job like Craig dad
Hoes tryin’ to figure where my head at
I told them mind they business, shorty show me where your bed at?
Knock ‘em off quick and I’m back to it
You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no paper, then I probably turn my back to it
Drop my new shit, watch ‘em snap to it
Said it couldn’t be done, well nigga watch Sap do it
Man you know I stay on track, you can’t hate on that
Cop a foreign, put the American plate on that
She got a ass shot appointment, can’t wait on that
If you want it fatter, I could push some weight on that
I’m that nigga, ho, and I know you heard
Ask around in your town, you don’t really run this shit
Said you need a track from me, what’s the word?
You gon’ need ten racks if you really want a hit, I’m the shit

[Bridge: Stacey Michelle]
I need a drag of that Jameson
‘Cause I got the taste you’ve been savoring
Ooh, ah, I got exactly whatchu need
Said ooh ah, I got exactly whatchu need

[Hook: Stacey Michelle (x4)]
(I got whatchu need)
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need

[Outro: Stacey Michelle]
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need
I got whatchu need, I got whatchu need
(I got whatchu need)
(I got whatchu need)
(I got whatchu need)
(I got whatchu need)

Feelin' Like lyrics - Chris Webby

I'm just trynna get my vibe right, trynna live that highlight
Twenty-twenty I stay, focused on those five nights
If they ain't feeling it fuck it at least I tried right?
But at least I caught a little tan up on this lime light
At least I made through the game and got my soul intact
At least I made it out my motherfucking [?]
I started with a shitty hand but never folded back
Eyes on the roll, with no intentions on going back
Sticking to my guns like they [?] up on this civil war
Kept it independent now the game is on the [?]
Cooking up this music leaving lyrics on a kitchen floor
Now I got the life that I was always wishing for
Let them hate this, 2015, now I'm on your little sister's playlist

And it makes sense, I put it working for years
Now I'm crusing with no brakes in the path of greatness like

[Hook:]
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, I be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Y'all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, We all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh

Vibe is so authentic everybody's pressing rewind
Flow is in a ball like Webby never spit a weak rhyme
And they all gon' see I'm, higher than the tree line
Chill up in a cannabi' while throwing up a peace sign
Living like a hippie, what's the matter with that?
No matter [?] ain't no telling where I'm travelling at
See this shit it ain't no average rap
Now I got the ball up on my cord and I won't give it back till it's flat
Ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, I gotta represent
They know where I'm from from the second that I been stepping in
So let me get it in, check over my head and you gon' see a light bulb, bulb-bulb, Thomas Edison!
Time to take this! Cause victory is in my grass, I can motherfucking taste it!

And it makes sense, I put it working for years
Now I'm crusing with no brakes in the path of greatness like

[Hook:]
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, I be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Y'all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, We all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh

I'm just trynna keep my head right, on this path that I must go (that I must go)
Only got one head light, as I travel on that road (travel on that road)
Everybody better recognize never side and just watch the show (just watch the show)
And now we all be feeling live, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!

[Hook:]
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, I be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Y'all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, We all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh

Yama! Pass the g my son!

Screws Loose lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Stacey Michelle)

[Hook: Stacey Michelle & (Chris Webby)]
I’ve got screws loose
I don’t choose to
So walk me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo
I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions, and no control over anything that I said)
Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause everybody be tellin’ me I’m simply not right in the fuckin’ head)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Welcome to the Homegrown blow out
Started single player, now it’s Sap on the co-op
Fully high-tech, my brain like iRobot
Straightjacket on, lightin’ bogs on the stove top
Roll through the road blocks, you know it’s on again
So grab the Adderall, the Molly and Klonopin
I’m ‘bout to sip this bottle of whiskey like Ray Donovan
And spit my ass off until I’m runnin’ outta oxygen
I’m like Trevor up in Grand Theft Auto Five
That’s why I laugh when people ask me if I bought this ride
Bitch I pulled the driver out and blew his brains across the side
Walked, then ran him over like a couple dozen times
Then I crushed his spine, bloody tire tracks up in the mud behind
The whip, so fuck a wanted star I’m way too hard to come and find
Roll up in a shady alley, park the car and duck and hide
Bitch I’m out my motherfucking mind

[Hook: Stacey Michelle & (Chris Webby)]
I’ve got screws loose
I don’t choose to
So walk me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo
I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions, and no control over anything that I said)
Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause everybody be tellin’ me I’m simply not right in the fuckin’ head)

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Scruffy and unshaven, up till the sun’s raisin’
In a Concord, [?] rob Fords, drugs I’m takin’
And a bottle later we doin’ donuts on fresh pavement
And behavin’ like I’m star in a movie by Wes Craven
Shit I’m crazy, just sayin’, fuck it actually I’m Super Saiyan
Fuckin’ rampagin’ till the pages in the news are sayin’
Webby’s on the loose and they gon’ put me in a noose
But I’ll survive and spend the next couple months just fuckin’ recuperatin’
Out on a deserted Virgin Island where the birds are flyin’ overhead
As I plot my revenge with all the words I’m rhymin’
You can’t defeat me, I don’t know why all you nerds are tryin’
If you heard that I was quittin’, someone in your circle’s lyin’
Shit I’d rather catch a flight from Malaysia
And sit middle seat between a couple guys in Al-Qaeda
Durin’ a fuckin’ ice storm in the middle of night, yo
Get the picture? Ain’t no chance of me lettin’ the mic go

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
They could lock me in the looney bin
But I’ll break free and end up on the fuckin’ loose again
They call me crazy, howlin’ at the moon again
Until I wake up in that padded rubber room again

[Hook: Stacey Michelle & (Chris Webby)]
I’ve got screws loose
I don’t choose to
So walk me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo
I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions, and no control over anything that I said)
Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause everybody be tellin’ me I’m simply not right in the fuckin’ head)

True Romance lyrics - Chris Webby

I can’t tell if I love you baby

[Hook:]
I can’t tell if I love you baby
I don’t know if I should take that chance
‘Cause even though you drive me crazy
I can’t seem to stay out of yo’ pants
So you could be my lady
And I’ma be yo’ tramp
Yeah you out on the run
Intoxicated by the true romance, that true romance, ay
Faded off that true romance, that true romance, ay
So high from the true romance, that true romance, ay
Ban on that true romance, that true romance, ay

[Verse 1:]
You drive me nuts with that catnip girl
Lay you down on that mattress girl
Saw that ass and I knew I had to have it girl
Quit playin’ games, you ain’t Katniss, girl
Sex until it’s early like you just ain’t got no worries
You and me out on the run, you my Alabama Worley
I’m gettin’ a rubber and then I’ma fuck her
From what I’ve heard I’m a hell of a lover
A bit of a dog I guess, ay
Shout out to all of my eskimo brothers I’m showin’ you what I discovered in yoga
Hittin’ that pussy in lots of ways
Now we’re doggin’ turn you over, till you screamin’, “Namaste”

[Hook:]
I can’t tell if I love you baby
I don’t know if I should take that chance
‘Cause even though you drive me crazy
I can’t seem to stay out of yo’ pants
So you could be my lady
And I’ma be yo’ tramp
Yeah you out on the run
Intoxicated by the true romance, that true romance, ay
Faded off that true romance, that true romance, ay
So high from the true romance, that true romance, ay
Ban on that true romance, that true romance, ay

[Verse 2:]
It’s that true romance I, feel like I’m so damn high
Rub my fingers down yo’ spine and grab you by yo’ tan lines
I got a dirty mind, I can’t clean it up
Listen girl, you just really gotta teach me what you really want
So I know how to beat it up
No need to be shy with the freaky stuff
Baby I don’t want the key to your heart
I want you up in the back seat of my car
I’m not like all guys that you meet at the bar
Come to my world you’ll be back by tomorrow
Singin', “Aw, nah, hell nah, y’all been up and gunnin’ now”
And I don’t gotta be your boyfriend, let’s just fuck around because

[Hook:]
I can’t tell if I love you baby
I don’t know if I should take that chance
‘Cause even though you drive me crazy
I can’t seem to stay out of yo’ pants
So you could be my lady
And I’ma be yo’ tramp
Yeah you out on the run
Intoxicated by the true romance, that true romance, ay
Faded off that true romance, that true romance, ay
So high from the true romance, that true romance, ay
Ban on that true romance, that true romance, ay

Say It Ain't So lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Now please don’t believe what you see on TV
The chains and the vehicles these MCs be
Puttin’ in they videos seem all steazy
But seem is the key word there, believe me
It’s all just smoke and mirrors, shit ain’t what it appears
Rental chains along with the gold veneers
Just so it’s clear, car they whippin’ on screen, that ain’t what they drove in here
In the crib like they own that shit
Throwin’ bread around like they made all that money
While they actin’ like a pimp ‘round all these chicks
But every model on set been paid to act slutty
So ain’t all that funny? Now you all know
That everything that glitter ain’t gold
And every rapper sayin’ that they spendin’ that dough
Are only doin’ so until it gets repoed
Say it ain’t so

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Say it ain’t so, showin’ y’all if you ain’t know
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold
Woah, say it ain’t so, tellin’ you the way shit go
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold

[Verse 2: Sap]
I be, crack a lash at you frauds on IG
First class combo, but you fly cheap
So why is you talkin’ fly to me?
I’m way ahead of you and walkin’ out of reach of them short arms
You can’t touch me, it must be ugly to see me up and living lovely
You rusty, might need to do new tools
We controllin’ the game, I’m talkin’ voodoo crew
I got a chance to peep under your hood, it wasn’t good
Say it ain’t so, yo’ fans just ain’t know
It’s so many places that you can’t go
Even when you grew up, damn, I thought you blew up
Guess you ain’t got the respect you said you had
Shittin’ on all of the people who fed your ass
Get a look in the mirror and never knowin’ what’s next
You made cash but your soul is in debt
Help me say it ain’t so

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Say it ain’t so, showin’ y’all if you ain’t know
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold
Woah, say it ain’t so, tellin’ you the way shit go
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
Ridas, bitches, lobster dinners
Multi-million dollar villas
Whips and diamonds, lots of scrilla
Photoshoppin’, croppin’ [?]
Racks [?], rubber bands
Pinky rings on both they hands
Private jet to a crib on the sand
Till they get the knock from that repo man
Say it ain’t so

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Say it ain’t so, showin’ y’all if you ain’t know
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold
Woah, say it ain’t so, tellin’ you the way shit go
Woah, say it ain’t so, everything that glitter ain’t gold, woah

Jekyll And Hyde lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Stacey Michelle)

Which ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a Sckitzo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde

Which ever way the wind blows
They gon' ask me why I change and where did Chris go
A stoned soul away from fame, rocked up in this glass house
With the fucking world watching every movement through the windows
Its a cold world and it predicts snow
Got me stressed out, sitting with spliff rolled
Thinking back to when I started as a kid yo
Blind to the biz, all I knew was how to spit flows
Young teen so damn naive, learning jedi mind tricks with immortal technique
Eminem's Lp with some F.A.D X to the Z Snoopy D.O double G, D.R.E
Skipping church, staying home to alone to scribble down a written verse
Dreaming that one day making music be what I did for work
I follow through with that, but always seem to hit reverse
Like maybe I'm scared of being famous cuz its a gifted curse
No time to be an introvert, cuz now I gotta be in front
Of the camera every fucking where that it follows me
Ain't no alone time, just studio time
Haven't seen my family in weeks, there ain't no time
When the tours booked, then its road time
Sound check, hotel, then it's show time
Mr.Hyde I thought you checked in playing second fiddle
Now I'm stuck in the middle

Which ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a Sckitzo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Forced to be two people, got me losing my mind
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Just tryna' find my way and taking you for the ride
Jekyll and Hyde

I'm stuck as two people, there's the man behind the mic and the person that I am off stage in real life
The person with the stress that eats away at him at night, drives him crazy, every step along the way has been a fight
With any love, I'm always getting hate, and how would you like having strangers talking shit about you every day
But I brush it off, wont go get it straight, but that negative energy still affects my day.
I'm just trying to make a hard earned living dude, cuz of what I do, these people see me from a different view
Sick of all these stupid questions in my interviews, like the mother fucking color of my skin is news
Sick of people thinking that I'm on some gimmick shit, sick of all the comparisons that they hit me with
Like every other white kid spit no different right? fuck that, my brain waves are limitless
I'm just a kid tryna' sing his song and by chance other people started singing along
I feel like an old soul in a young mans game, but I'm living hip hop and the love ain't changed
Put my life in it when I wrote them tracks, but every piece of me I give you, I don't get back
Now I'm feeling like an unfinished puzzle, bartender gonna pour me a double. Yeah

Ever way the wind blows
I'ma keep my brim low
With these glasses that can shelter my eyes
Feeling like a Sckitzo
From the life I live yo
Now I'm caught between both Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Forced to be two people, got me losing my mind
Jekyll and Hyde
Jekyll and Hyde
Just tryna' find my way and taking you for the ride
Jekyll and Hyde

Vibe 2 It lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sap)

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Just vibe to it, watch how I do it
Rolling windows down, and then ride to it
Dealing with the seat back, and recline to it
Just turn the volume high, and then vibe to it
Now vibe to it, watch how I do it
Turn it up, and party the whole night to it
Throw some weed in the bong, and get high to it
Just turn the volume high and then vibe to it

[Verse 1: Sap]
I keeps a bunch of different colored hoes, yo I miss match
Homies outside of my clique that carry click-clack
Got ‘em sayin’ I’m the truth ‘cause I spit facts
So these niggas really can’t see me like it’s pitch black
Nigga, this that, oh you runnin’ shit? I missed that
The tables turned, now you wonder where your bitch at
They like, “Sap, we know you do it, don’t overdo it”
‘Cause I’m bringin’ way too much liquor to the kick back
Hoes love me like Denzel with no five
I trust no ho, doin’ well with no job
That weak shit you makin’ requires a slow nod
You beggin’ for spares, niggas get played with no prob
Just because they know I’m, dope with no cosign
Screamin’, “Sap it’s yo time, turn this into show time”
But step back and let me do just that
I’m getting’ off like I do just rap, so turn it up and just

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Vibe to it, watch how I do it
Rolling windows down, and then ride to it
Dealing with the seat back, and recline to it
Just turn the volume high, and then vibe to it
Now vibe to it, watch how I do it
Turn it up, and party the whole night to it
Throw some weed in the bong, and get high to it
Just turn the volume high and then vibe to it

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
See the white boy back up in this bitch, and now I’m 2.0
And ain’t nobody makin’ all the fuckin’ noise that I be
Drive real slow with them seats down low
Rims shinin’ like the leaves on poison ivy
Smoke is all up in my vehicle so, you know I be gettin’ bent like origami
But this life of mine is like Life of Pi
Yeah, I gotta hang tough when the water choppy
Vibe to it, I’m the vibrator, ‘bout to blow so big I’ma leave behind craters
Tell ‘em, “Hi hater”
If you like it or not, my song’s stuck in your head like I wrote ‘em on fly paper
Ain’t no time taken stressed out
We turnin’ up until your head bounce
And burn another from my fresh ounce
Vibe right and I’m takin’ it slow, doin’ me the only way that I know
So everybody go and

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Vibe to it, watch how I do it
Rolling windows down, and then ride to it
Dealing with the seat back, and recline to it
Just turn the volume high, and then vibe to it
Now vibe to it, watch how I do it
Turn it up, and party the whole night to it
Throw some weed in the bong, and get high to it
Just turn the volume high and then vibe to it

[Outro: Chris Webby (x5)]
Vibe to it

That's Life lyrics - Chris Webby

See life’s a crazy thing man
Sometimes you’re up, sometimes you’re down
At least we alive

They tellin’ me, tellin’ me, tellin’ me, "Life is amazin’"
Then why am I runnin’ from all of my problems in bottles of Jameson?
I’m stuck in this cycle of self-medication
Not only me, it’s probably you
We all got our vices, gettin us through
For all the shit life will leave at our shoes
On the door step like the daily news
But what can we do? Just buckle the fuck up, and get to enjoyin’ the ride
At least we alive, even when everything seems like it sucks, just keep that in mind
I know, know, know, that ain’t no one keepin’ me down
Just tryin’ to stay with them positive vibes until I’m six feet in the ground
I don’t even need me a casket, just take all my cremated ashes
Throw ‘em up high, and let the wind take ‘em wherever it pleases whenever it passes
But until that day I’ma keep my head high, live life my way
Through all the frustration, all of the pain, all that you really could say is, “That’s life”

They tellin’ me, tellin’ me, tellin’ me, "Look on the bright side"
But that silver linin’ ain’t easy to see when I’m sittin’ and watchin’ the time fly
So if you feelin’ likewise, just follow me, follow me, follow me down
Shit I don’t know where the fuck that I’m goin’ but nobody’s stoppin’ me now
Whether or not I’m the popular sound
The radio station on public opinions
Nothin’ to me, I’m not stuck in my feelings
Fuck how they feelin’, I grinded for years and got peanuts compared to these others with millions
But uh, I’m not complainin’ man
The thing about problems, dude, we get caught up in
Forget that everyone else has got ‘em too
These dark circles, sittin’ under my eyes
I spark purple, ‘cause I’m stuck in this bind
I’m star searchin’, but there’s nothin’ to find
So when they ask me if it’s worth it, I just tell ‘em, “That’s life”

That’s life man
Fuck it, at least we livin’, right?

mixtape: "Chemically Imbalanced" (2015)

• Nice 2 Be Back lyrics - Chris Webby
• So Eazy lyrics - Chris Webby
• Set It Off lyrics - Chris Webby
• House Party Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby
• Let's Do It Again lyrics - Chris Webby
• Turnt Up lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Dizzy Wright)
• Brim Low lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Smokahantas)
• Blunt Ride Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby
• R.A.D. (Roll A Doobie) lyrics - Chris Webby
• Chemically Imbalanced lyrics - Chris Webby
• Fuck Off lyrics - Chris Webby
• Ohh Noo lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jarren Benton, Tech N9ne)
• Label Office Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby
• World On Fire lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jon Connor & Skrizzly Adams)
• Stand Up lyrics - Chris Webby
• Dopamine lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Talib Kweli, Grafh, B-Real, Trae Tha Truth)
• Day In The Life lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Ryattfienix)
• Money lyrics - Chris Webby
• Dinner And A Movie lyrics - Chris Webby

So Eazy lyrics - Chris Webby

[Hook:]
I came to pass the blunt around (blunt around)
I fuck around (fuck around)
Pour up a full cup and chug it down
Homie that was yesterday (yesterday), so they wonder how (wonder how)
I can do this every single time I come around
But it’s so eazy when you’re W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you’re W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you’re W-E-B-B-Y
Eazy when you’re W-E-B-B-Y

[Verse 1:]
Yeah I’m puffing loud, got me buzzing now
I’m just trying to do some shit that makes my mother proud
Live from the underground, met with all the labels
And they said I could make a million dollars if I dumbed it down
But I said “fuck that!” I’ma do it Web’s way
‘Cause I’m fucking dope, well at least that’s what my friends say
Lyrically a sensei, muy caliente, comprende?
Thursday to Wednesday I be so crazy
It’s not what I try for but it’s my business
Homie you should mind yours
I couldn’t lose my mind more
Jumping out the window on the 9th floor
Now they’re saying they gotta send me to the psych ward
Straightjacketed, a battle it ain’t happenin’
That be like seeing Drake and Rampage in a cage match
And I’ve been put up on this planet to ramble and raise havoc
With a bottle and an eighth a day habit

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Y-O-U-N-G veteran, everytime I’m stepping in
Cold as the toes of a penguin
Bad to my skeleton, bad to the bone as I’ve ever been
Feet up on the throne that I’ve settled in
Running off of adrenaline and unprescribed medicine
Lighting up an L again and hit it til my head’ll spin
Started with a crumpled up Lincoln and now it’s Benjamins
Used to be a loser but now the world is watching Webby win
It’s so easy, veni, vidi, vici
Young Houdini, rabbit in my three piece
Used to be on YouTube, now I’m up on TV
Everybody spell it out, it’s W-E-B
Add another B-Y, you’re about to see why
I’m a giant, start my sentences with “fee-fi”
Fo fum, go dumb, putting work in
So it’s time you met the man behind the curtain

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Killin’ this game since it ain’t love us
I do it so easy, it ain’t nothing, I tell em it ain’t nothing
I see you dropped your new shit but it ain’t buzzin’
I’m killing this game since it ain’t love us
I do it so easy, it ain’t nothing
I tell em it ain’t nothing, I tell em it ain’t nothing

[Hook]

Set It Off lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro:]
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off

[Verse 1:]
Untame on the mic, the dangerous type
And this is real life, it ain’t just the way that I write
We can pour a drink, roll that mary jane up and light
So baby come to Webby’s world, I’ll make you famous tonight
Place your bets y'all gon' pay it in full
Never graduated from school but I made it this cool
Now I’m here motherfucker, ain’t no April fools
Right to the top like I’m defying gravitational pull
Cause I started young but I’m older now
Learned a lot up in the game, got a doper sound
Travelling around the world, getting cultured now
But still rolling with my dogs when I’m homeward bound
When I see Sap at the back of the weed spot
We gon get so fucking high that we pass it to Ewok
Then we turn it up so loud that the back of your seat rocks
From the very second that the beat drops

[Hook:]
I’m about to set it off, yo, ready, set, go
If you tryna get it cracking let me know!
I’m about to set it off, whoa, bitches getting low
They be sweating when I be walking through the door
I’m about to set it off

[Verse 2:]
Stay writing while rhyming and stage diving
All in, going so hard I could break diamonds
I been patiently waiting but learned that it takes time
And now I got the same look in my eye as a caged lion
I been on my hustle why the fuck you think I’m doing this?
Book of rhymes thicker than a Tarantino movie script
Rolling up a doobie and we jumping in the Uber whip
Until the driver take me to the top, I’m bout to do this shit
So animated, call me Bugs Bunny
Since I used to battle cats for they lunch money
Always had the same clothes, looking duck funny
Straight dummy but Webby was never dumb, buddy
I knew I’d have my moment, so let me soak it in
With your chick and, uh, some of her closest friends
‘Cause they know it now if they didn’t know it then
Now it’s time to let the show begin!

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off
Yeah I’m about to set if off

House Party Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby

[BarsTaLoan:]
Flying in the car, looking like a star, just like a galaxy
Go so hard like a callus be, uh
Burning more things than calories

[KID:] I see you homie, I see you. Working, huh?

[BarsTaLoan:] You feel me? You see me right? I got bars kid, that's what I do

[KID:] Word? That’s what’s up man

[KID:] Hold up, you heard of Chris Webby though?

[BarsTaLoan:] Chris Webby? Man I ain’t worried about Chris Webby, man, I told you. I’m the illest out here in CT, I’m not worried bout no motherfucking ninja turtles, fuck a Mario man, this motherfucker looks like motherfucking Rob Dyrdek and shit, fuck that dude

[KID:] Funny story, he’s here right now!

[BarsTaLoan:] Oh word, like here? At this party?

[KID:] Ayo Web!

[BarsTaLoan:] Nah nah nah it’s cool....

[KID:] Web!

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo chill, chill, chill, chill…

[KID:] Come check this dude out, this dude is crazy

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo man, BarsTaLoan that’s my name. Introduce me as BarsTaLoan, please

[KID:] Fuck outta here. Ayo Web! Yo get your hands off that bitch

[WEBBY:] What!?

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo he’s busy man just leave him alone, c' mon man

WEBBY: Fucking fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, I swear to God I’ll be right back. (to kid) What do you want? What the fuck is up?

[KID:] This dude is talking mad shit, show him what the fuck time it is

[WEBBY (sighs):] Alright. Yo Kenny! Kenny!

[BarsTaLoan:] Who the fuck is Kenny…

[WEBBY:] Get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man

[KENNY:] Right now?

[WEBBY:] C’mere man, just come over here man

[KENNY:] Alright, alright I’m coming

[WEBBY:] Ayo everybody keep it down for a second

[BarsTaLoan:] No no no keep partying, y’all keep going

[WEBBY:] Gotta do a little rap thing, ya know? You ready?

[BarsTaLoan:] No

[KENNY (in robot voice):] I’m ready

[BarsTaLoan:] What the fuck is that?

[Freestyle: Chris Webby]
Yo, it’s Chris Webby
At this party and shit, motherfucker wants me to rap
I’m about to open an abortion clinic right next to your local church
And go to narcotics anonymous hustling coke and percs
I’m just trying to piss you off, I really hope it works
Go berzerk, I got a dirty mouth, I’ll never hold a curse
Jerking off until my motherfucking shoulder hurts
Even if she vegan she gon swallow when my boner squirts
Help an older lady across the road, “hey can I hold your purse?”
Then kick her in front of a moving bus, “oh no, she’s hurt!”
Shit I’m pretty sure she’s dead but you can check yourself
While I run her wallet and spend all the money at Taco Bell
Anyone this deranged should surely be locked in jail
I’m on the grind but off the rails like an Eric Koston fail
I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity
But busted while I was half inside her
Then I woke up in the morning and had a reminder
That she's getting plan B for breakfast with an apple cider
Someone pass the lighter, I need some weed to breathe in
He’s a demon, dirty mind, sneaky heathen
I don’t need a reason
I’m creeping up like sex offenders with binoculars on a beach in bikini season
You won’t see me leaving, I’m running through that
Stomp you to death then throw my Nike’s back on the shoe rack
Huh I’ma do that, why bother tryna bleach the blood stains out?
Somebody told me orange is the new black
So I scrub my white T til it turns the color copper
And use some Tide detergent and throw it up in the washer
I swear that I'm crazy though, shit you can ask my doctor
Psych, I’m off my rocker like an active grandfather, motherfucker

[WEBBY:] Your turn, bro

[BarsTaLoan:] I actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro

[KID:] Oh man, get this coward out of here please. Please get this coward out of here...

[WEBBY:] Oh yeah? That’s cool bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to get back to drinking?!?!

Let's Do It Again lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
I've had some of my best times chillin' at the bar yo
Doing stupid shit, that I won't remember tomorrow
Waking up confused, still wearing my shoes
Thinking back like ''Yoo What the fuck did I do?!''
Nights like this started with a pre-game
Give me an auxiliary chord, now I'm the DJ
Playing what I wanna hear, none of the Pop shit
Give me the Big L, Wu Tang and Pac shit
Drinking till I'm buzzing like my phone's on vibrate
Taking another shot just to clear my mind state
Now I'm feeling good, never any less
So I'd like to welcome you to Project X
Yeah yeah yeahh
All you need is that 5 dollars for a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up

[Bridge:]
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again

[Hook:]
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again

[Verse 2:]
And I don't wanna push my luck
Cause I'm already so drunk
I just threw my dinner up (But fuck it)
I've been trained to be a weekend warrior
So the puke and rally move is in my wheelhouse, of course sir
Living on the border
There is no other option
Even if the memories we make are all forgotten
I'll be sipping my concoction
I'm mid twenties, drinking like I'm 18 back in high school
Is that a problem?
Na man, this is not a race
Imma have my fun now
And mature at my own pace
Cause for years I've been living this exact same way
I'm like Bill Murray in Groundhogs' day

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
It's getting late now, late as the night can
Girl under my left arm, bottle in my right hand
Everybody's drunk now, most of them are passed out
Reach into my back pocket and pull a bag out
Then finally the herb come around
Blunt ride back and burn the fuck down
Getting so high, that my contacts dry
Put the visine in my eyes
So go and live your lives, we'll only get to do it once
Have some fun with it yo
Everybody loosing up, go and do some stupid stuff
Isn't that what's life about?
Man I'm having fun and if you're not, then you should try it out

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Hook]

Turnt Up lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Dizzy Wright)

[Intro: Dizzy Wright]
Like nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
C Web in the booth and I speak it real
Got another beat to kill
And I be roasting motherfuckers
Rest In Peace Patrice O'Neil
Roll up another blunt
Now how that Diesel feel?
Got me swerving man
Who the fuck gave me the wheel?
Who the fuck gave me these pills?
Now I'm off in another dimension
In need of an intervention
Cause these drugs are too fucking expensive
But I'm feeling terrific dude
Banging these broads with no fucking protection
Yeah, what were you saying babe?
I wasn't paying any fucking attention
Rumbling engine, rolling up in my Camaro and cruise
Living it like a pirate man
Always got me a barrel of booze
Skipping the food
Go right for the tiramisu
Sippin' and rippin' the bubbler
Puffing until I can barely move
Lay back and then stare at the moon, ooh
Bippidy bobbidy boo
Webby be rippin' it properly too
Hipping and hopping and rambling shit
Cause these pills I've been popping have got me confused
Screwed up, burn it down
Light it up, pass it around
I'm a bad boy bitch
You didn't know? You know it now

[Hook:]
We just doin' what we doin', and we'll never give a fuck
Put some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up
We just livin' like whatever and we'll never have enough
Bout to get this motherfucker turned up (turned up)

Like nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
I'm not the one you want a problem with
Positive, you better follow it
Swear I'm ready for whatever standing in front of my mirror
Supporting my confidence
A little weed, you could throw it on top of this
We get it poppin', yo bitch gettin' topless
Now that you know, niggas adopting the flow
Niggas can't stop this shit
The problem is we won't acknowledge it
But me and Webby (I wanna get that)
If that nigga wanna get mad, sit up and get up
And fuck that (get that)
Now I'm playing like a kid on the black top
Got the juice with a flat top
You got a flat face
Bad boy, it's a bad day
Look at me sideways, and I'mma hit you with a uppercut
Too cold, better bundle up
Huddle up cause we comin' up
Turnt up, finna fuck it up
I guarantee that the crowd go crazy
When I hit the stage, you could bet a hunnit bucks
Boy we out here grindin'
Smoking the finest, getting the highest
Getting the mommas, you know when I'm coming
Just smell for the ganja
Vegas; soldierz, takin' over
Traveling and taking shots
Tattoo shops, don't forget the place to rock
I need a nasty girl to taste the cock
In the office, running all over these niggas
Like bitches, you niggas is softer than niggas
That just got to prison, this Project X shit is real
Somebody pass the god damn liquor

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
That rap phenomenon
Inked up, looking like Comic Con, Rasta mon
H.A.M. on the mic, no Ramadan
Go on and on, and leave with a soccer mom
Cause I kill that beat
Roll one up in that Swisher Sweet
Sticky green, sticky green
With orange hairs, like Pete and Pete
Flowing double time when I freak the beat
Holding up mine when I hit the street
Burn so much, I be high for weeks
Spit it so dirty, I need new sheets
My grinder's full, and I ain't talkin turkey, cheese
I'm talking AK47, Purple Kush and Sour D
Put it in the bowl, I'll get a dutchie rolled
Sprinkle some keef on it, and then away we go
Get in the flow, lighting up heady to dro
Partying on, got that confetti to throw
Killing the spot from the moment
That Webby'll step in the door
Hit some shit, got my pencil gripped
Instrumental ripped, living life
Above the law, and way under the influence
Getting mine while the price high
What can I say? I'm pretty fly for a white guy

[Hook]

Brim Low lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Smokahantas)

Yeah, ya know
It's Chris Webby, uh (brim low)

[Chorus:]
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low

[Verse 1:]
I keep my brim low, nobody's seein' me
I got a dutch rolled full of that greenery
Hoppin' out the scenery and spittin' the best
So hot you'll melt like the wicked witch of the west, yes
And now we rollin' up a fat one
Joint papers up in the wallet I always have one
Keef on the bowl pack, we gettin' high now
Brim low, pull the fitted to my eyebrows
Draggin' on a dutchie, I'm in my own zone
O-Z of Sour D and that homegrown
I don't fuck with no middies, just that headies
Twist it in a blizzie, now we gettin' dizzy
Crack open a fourty
Then roll yourself another we gon' party till the mornin'
That's how we get it goin'
Chris Webby number one supporter of that THC
My veins run green from all this weed
I'm so damn high I can barely even see
But I'm still burnin', take another pull
Wash down an Adderall with a Red Bull
Now I got my energy and I'm still blasted
Marijuana makes life so fantastic
It's more than a habit, it is an addiction
Can't imagine one day when I'm not twistin'
Brain moves slow, but I don't care
Everything blunt's worth it, nothing else compares
Mary Jane you are my baby, I'll take you as my lady
Until you take that last brain cell and I go crazy
Everything I been through, ain't know what to do
My first resort was turnin' to you, and now I'm burnin' with you
Go n' roll them windows up, now puff puff pass that lovely dutch

[Chorus:]
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low

Keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low low low low low)

[Chorus:]
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low

Blunt Ride Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby

[Freestyle:]
It’s Chris Webby, getting high as fuck right now
I’m hella sick, and no one knows what I’m infected with
So hi it’s nice to meet you
I’m the guy your girl been texting with
Evil rap nemesis, lighting up that heady shit
That’s potent as the poison in a fucking box jellyfish
In a box Chevy with the soldiers in my fellowship
Legolas and Aragorn cruising through Connecticut
Leave behind a trail of empty bottles and jealous chicks
Throw around bread, I’m on my Hansel and Gretel shit
A psychopath on a path of destruction
Popping Xanax til I’m seeing black
I better pass the Dutch Master I’m puffing
The first up the the mic but the last to the function
Stumbling drunk with a busty chick with a passion for sucking
East Coast, we don’t borrow your swagger for nothing
We’d rather start a battle instead of having a discussion
So pass it back to me, cousin
Shit I’m so nice I could spit this shit right here backwards in Russian!

No sound like the one I got
They can hear it anytime I rock
Cause all I got’s my balls and my word
And this baggie full of herb
And I’m coming for that #1 spot

I’ve always been a loose cannon
They say I rolled off of a pirate ship
High as shit, Bobby Costas, look how red my eyes’ll get
I’m out in Sochi, 720 to a flying split
And land all up in that vagina bitch, huh
See I be showing them what I can do with this shit
Yo what you think I was new to this shit?
Got a beautiful chick in the passenger seat
Giving head to me while I maneuver the whip
Vroom, rhyme book staying fucking full
Chemically Imbalanced, and fully fucking disfunctional

R.A.D. (Roll A Doobie) lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
Listen I’m just here to kick it regardless of if you’re with
Regardless of the critics getting all up in my business
Regardless of the fact that getting here took me a minute
In this game of life, chilling with my stand-by ticket
Goddamn I did it, I built the stage to get my voice heard on
And it’s real to say
Shit I’m still a normal dude, got bills to pay
And if tomorrow’s not promised I’ma chill today
Cause like you we all bleed red, we all human
We all just tryna navigate our way through the confusion
We all just want a piece of the pie
I’m staying zooted while I’m waiting
Let me roll up a doobie and keep it moving
I got a few chinks in my armor, too
Never used to see the world, now I’m starting to
And I’m just reaching for the motherfucking stars like you
Without a joint that shit’s hard to do
So I tell em that....

[Hook:]
We all gonna die one day, so what?
But while I’m kicking I’ma have my middle fingers up
Yelling “fuck you”
Cause when life gets tough I shrug it off and keep it moving
Roll a doobie and puff
And we all got bills to pay, so what?
But while I’m in the green I’ll have my middle fingers up
Yelling “fuck you”
And when shit gets rough I’ll shrug it off and keep it moving
Roll a doobie and puff
I’ll roll a doobie and puff, I’ll roll a doobie and puff
Chilling, baking out my Chevy with my crew in the cut
I’ll roll a doobie and puff, I’ll roll a doobie and puff
Shrug it off and keep it moving
Roll a doobie and puff

[Verse 2:]
I’m just out here tryna function
Bobbing and weaving through the percussion
While I’m puffing on a magic dragon daily like it’s nothing
As I watch my competition and proceed to one-up em
And if they don’t like what I’m doing then, man, fuck em
And if they ain’t been down since jump I can’t trust em
Ever since my friend ratted on me and I ended up cuffed
In the back of an undercover whip
Cause my homie couldn’t help but run his lip
As soon as the fan was hit with some fucking shit
But that’s life and I’ve learned how to choose my friends better
Learned how to master my craft and be a trendsetter
Learned how to get knocked down
Learned how to get back up
I learned how to rock these crowds
Learned to accept that what’s...
...going on is a blessing beyond a logical fact
I don’t know if God is real but someone’s watching my back
Maybe it’s my boy Nick, we still miss you cuz
Next joint’s for you, now roll up

[Hook]

[Bridge x2:]
I’m gonna take a puff
Then I’ma blow it out
I’m gonna roll it up
And then I’ma burn it down

[Hook]

Chemically Imbalanced lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
I'm on the edge, one step and I'll be over
Unless I take those 12 steps, aimed at gettin sober
That's the shit I told myself I'll handle when I'm older
And now I'm older and still got this devil on my shoulder
Bottle up my problems, like prescriptions I'm poppin
All the liquor that I find myself drinkin so often
Now these cards are dealt, told myself I don't need help
Numb myself to everything, and keep on runnin from myself

[Hook:]
Let's drink away the pain
Let's make another toast
Let's smoke another blunt
Until it's just a roach
And pop another pill
And drop another dose
I haven't lost it yet
But now I'm coming close

I'm just chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
And now it's too late for turnin back [x5]

[Verse 2:]
Left here to battle this addictive personality
That's got me living in this alternate reality
Losing touch with what is real ever so gradually
Cause at this point I need these chemicals to balance me
It's like I'm following a blueprint that the devil made
Since I first took my Ritalin in the 7th grade
The doctor gave me 60 milligrams, just a kid
Barely weighed a buck, it's like they used me as their guinea pig
Crazy teen, medicated ADD
Doctor said take only 1, but you know I was taking 3
Blazin tree and skippin class, getting drunk and missin math
Bangin chicks without a rubber, crushin pills up on the desk
Chemically imbalanced in this motherfucker, startin shit
Still I was a smart kid, got myself a scholarship
Private schools with it, button-downs with the dockers
And the JanSport full of weed stuffed into my locker

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
See I was blacking out weekly, livin on repeat
Still in highschool but the teachers could never reach me
Always was the fuck up with a chip on my shoulder
And a pocket full of anything to keep me from sober
See I was livin like there's no tomorrow
Chewin on a xany bar, rollin up the window smokin blunts up in family car
Bottles to the head, got detention on the reg
Never listenin to what my parents said
I was always rollin with an ounce or two
Everytime I'm bouncin through
Flippin everybody off like Shady taught me how to do
Always thinkin that the more we burnin, the merrier
Just a kid from middle-class suburban America
And so many others like me, listen to me nightly
Happy that somebody else is feelin' what they might be
So Christian pop a pill, oh yeah I bet you will
Cause if that shit don't make your problems any less forreal

[Hook]

Fuck Off lyrics - Chris Webby

[Hook:]
Some people say I'm famous, tell me that I made it
Some other people never heard of me at all
Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now
I'm just in the middle trying to write these songs
So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir
I've been doing this shit way too long
Bout to get my just dues, don't like it then fuck you
I'm just doing me, you can all fuck off

[Verse 1:]
Check my lyrics up on Rap Genius, I'm a rap genius
Going longer than a fully gassed Prius, bitch I mean it
I've been at this shit for years now, where my millions at?
Got the wheel in my grip, I'm surpassing you backseaters
Til I'm sipping margaritas off the coast of Ibiza
With a bowl full of reefer, eyes low as Khalifa's
And got two lovely senoritas making home-cooked pizza
And anything we need I throw on the Visa, I'm getting there!
Shit this game ain't overnight, at least it wasn't for me
But now I'm varsity and I'm filling the bleachers
Drop a track and now these DJ's bring it back
Just like a golden retriever
Get on the mic and spit your dopest shit, I know the procedure
Yeah, some people got my lyrics tatted on they skin
Some people read every single Tweet that I send
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But fuck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm staying high as Buzz Aldrin
Major Tom can hear me coughing
I'm falling out of gravity ("someone help, I think we lost him")
Hit the stage and show these people how I do this shit so often
Got em yelling like they're Paul Revere on horseback outta Boston
You critics can't deny it, shut your mouth and keep it quiet
Now I'm out here getting bread, you'd think I'm on a Subway diet
I do this shit the livest, so yo please don't kill my vibe, bitch
Or I'm setting off a riot in this bitch, don't even try it
I've been working everyday, I think I need a vacation
And your girl been feeling me just like a TSA agent
So even if you haven't heard of me, at least she did
And even though that pisses you off, don't blame me kid!
Some people hate the fact that now I'm on my way
Some people love every fucking word that I say
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But fuck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause

[Hook]

Ohh Noo lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jarren Benton, Tech N9ne)

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yeah nigga, oh no, gin and four loko
Who you getting crazy with, ese? You know I’m loco
Headbutting hoes like I’m ocho (cinco)
I be in the valley with the stoners and the cholos
Niggas stacking more dough, you know how that shit go
You should get a pen, write it down and take a photo
My cologne say Versace, my dick say blow me
My drawers say polo, yeah bitch polo!
Need a white girl with an ass like Coco’s
Hit that pussy right, girl I bought you some Menolo’s
That was Adderall, shit, I used to pop NoDoz
Used to have one bitch, now I got four hoes
Hi my name is Jarren, I am not normal
Aaron Schwartz in [?] that pussy, hit it like Arnold
Mr. Drummond, Willis, Kimberly, looks like a porno
Skeeted in her face, I treat that bitch just like a urinal
Webby tell these hating niggas slit they wrist
Every track we on we take a shit on it
Ladies show your tits, meet a nigga back stage
Where you’ll see me pull my dick out and lick on it
Me and Webby hurting
And we murdering any motherfucker that's looking at us sideways
Cut the body five ways
We skin em and drop em off on the highway
These pussy ass niggas so irate, we got em screaming…

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tech N9Ne]
I was sent to demolish and decapitate whoever thinking they killing
Doin' the hottest we activate and murder many men that make hits say god is a rapper, wait
Better bow before Nina, don’t even try to spit at the great
Sick, then I’ma get pissed, their finna get wack and fake
Bitch, get on my dick quick, give it a lick it, acclimate
Get what you’re giving, give her the gift and go gravitate
Acting a ape, I ate up a animal I aggravate
Whole lotta people getting a whiff of the Niner
They loving a nigga cause I’m a hell of a rhymer
Women are looking finer, I never decline her
She wanna climb my timer, stick it and I slime her
I get the pudding, never gotta wine and dine her
When a busta run up with a broken heart he get a shiner
When it comes to murking on music I’m a deadly designer
I’m drinking my Hennessy mixture out of a Steiner!
If he tripping I'ma buck or I’ma cut a nigga up with a machete
Cause I’m running with a gang that’ll bring that flame
With a thang and it’s heavy
You don’t wanna fuck with a Tech N9ne
Or my nigga, JB or Chris Webby
Havin everybody sayin “oh no”, bustin up the window of a 6 Chevy

[Hook]

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
We don’t fight fair, we right here
We the reason you’ve been waking up with nightmares
Got em running, got em running
From the second they see us coming, I got em saying…

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Hold up
On your mark, ready, set, go
Look at Web flow
I be jabbing with the right and then I hit em with a left blow
Knock em back in time like they chilling with Bill and Ted, yo
To a land before time, T-Rex ho
So many bars you would think I’m living on Death Row
Webby just a motherfucking dog, where’s Petco?
Follow a plate of kibbles n bits with an egg roll
Genius in the laboratory cooking blue meth, yo
Call me Heisenberg, cause when I rhyme with words
These motherfuckers are behind the curve
I drive and swerve, turn and I ride the curb
And hit every pedestrian that doesn’t find the nerve…
...to get out of the way, “Jarren did you see that shit?”
Yeah maybe you should drive, cause the weed I hit
Got me feeling so loca, la vida, bitch
Why you even pass me that shit?
But fuck it man I am an animal, but you never seen my species
A brand new breed they discovered in CT
Homegrown bitch, yelling “feed me, feed me!”
And every listener is pressing repeat
Bitch I got a sick mind, stomach bug in the brain
Insane, you gotta keep me handcuffed with a chain
But I’ll still break out like Burt Wonderstone
So anytime you see me coming, yo, I got em yelling out..

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Strange Music, Funk Volume, Homegrown
Juggernauts of this independent hip-hop shit, man
Bitch!

Label Office Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] Web you got the CD?

[WEBBY:] Course I got the fuckin' CD man, fuckin' big meeting and shit... we're pretty late though, you think we're gonna be good?

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] I think we're gonna be all set man, just pick up your pants a little bit. No talking about Adderal, no talking about banging this guy's wife like keep it real good

[WEBBY:] Of course, of course... Oh shit, is that that fucking BarsTaLoan dude again?

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] Man that guy e-mails me every day...

[BarsTaLoan (to bodyguard):] Yo get your hands off me man, stop I got rights! Stop get, off me!

[BODYGUARD:] Fuck your rights, you need to evacuate right now

[BarsTaLoan:] I know I scared this bodyguard, man... Oh, oh, you got Chris Webby up in this motherfuckin' office? That's who your next appointment is, Chris Webby?! Y'all don't want BarsTaLoan but you're gonna fuck with Chris Webby up in this bitch?!

[BODYGUARD:] Will you get out of here?

[BarsTaLoan:] Get the fuck off me man!

[BODYGUARD:] What?

[BarsTaLoan:] Chris Webby fuck you, fuck Homegrown, fuck all that other bullshit! Get the fuck off me man! Fuck you Chris Webby

[WEBBY:] Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you buddy!

[BarsTaLoan:] What old ass copy machine is that? BarsTaLoan I got ink jets boy! Like a motherfuckin' sauna up in here man, that's what bitches say when they get in my car nigga. "It's like a motherfuckin' sauna up in here damn BarsTaLoan" yeah bitch cause I'm fuckin' hot!

[BODYGUARD:] C'mon let's go...

[BarsTaLoan:] Nah get your fuckin' hands off me, yo. It's all conspiracy my nigga, I'm telling you. It's trilluminati or illuminati, something like that, my boy told me look at the You page, no I mean the YouTube page, it was something but... Fuck you, I know y'all niggas is part of that shit, I see all these piramids when I'm walkin' in, yo

[KENNY:] Get the fuck out of here!

[BODYGUARD:] Let's go... And don't come fuckin' back here!

[WEBBY (to secretary):] Hey, how you doin'

[SECRETARY:] I'm really sorry about that

[WEBBY:] Nah, it's cool... I keep seeing that fuckin' guy everywhere

[SECRETARY]: He's been in here about four times this week

[WEBBY:] Really? Interesting... Anyways, I have a meeting today, with Marty?

[SECRETARY:] Chris Webby?

[WEBBY:] Yeah, yeah, uh, that would be me

[SECRETARY:] He's down the hall, first door on the left

[WEBBY:] Oh I see it, uh thank you, thank you, appreciate that

[MARTY:] Lisa, where are my fax messages? I asked for those ten minutes ago, let's get it together. That' not what the fuck I asked for, I asked you to do something, you do it right, otherwise you're fired

[WEBBY:] Hey, Marty, Marty?

[MARTY:] Oh mister "thirty-minutes-I'm-late" guy, how you doin'?

[WEBBY:] Uh I'm, uh... good

[MARTY:] Well, know you've got five minutes to impress me, so sell me yourself, you got videos? Can you rap?

[WEBBY:] Yeah, I mean, did you like... research?

[MARTY:] I don't have time for the internet

[WEBBY:] Alright, uh, yo, fuck. Kenny, you wanna just beatbox real quick?

[KENNY (in robot voice):] Beatbox activating

[WEBBY coughs]

[MARTY (referring to Kenny):] Is that coming out of his mouth?

[Freestyle: Chris Webby]
I'm an untrained dog, no collar
Had loose screws since I was a toddler
Yo don't bother
Up in this bitch drinking vodka like water
Do you read me? Roger, I am a monster
All you young buck white kids put the mic down, I am your father
Still be drinking like I did when I was up at Hofstra
Taking more shots than I did playing Contra
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
Let me take a sip of water, I don't know if I'm straight
Lost track of all the LIT's that I drank
And I'm feeling like I just might faint
But I lace my sneakers, eat a piece of pizza
And throw another bottle right up on the Visa
Bangin' out those speakers
Going hard in the paint like I fucked Mona Lisa
Where the chronic B?
My short term memory is chronically
Fucked up, cause I burn down constantly
How could I shape up? I forgot geometry
But they gon' learn CT in geography
Cause I got the whole damn world watching me
It's hard to even keep up with it honestly
Let's gettin' it muthafuckin' poppin' B
We're losing brain cells
I don't think I'm leaving this
Motherfucker, 'til somebody takes away my keys and shit
I haven't been trained well, I'm so disobedient
Got that verbal dope, so just holla if you need a fix
Drop a freestyle, daily fire
Lighting up a bong up that'll take me higher
Crazy rhymer, that's known to cross the line like a stereotypical Asian driver
Web so sick that I make 'em nauseous
Go balls out, never play it cautious
Went from a dorm room to rapping to muthafuckers wearing suits in a label office
I'm a beast on the mic with a beatbox flow
Anybody steppin' after he rocks, no
He got flow, I'm an animal, follow my name with an e-i, e-i, e-i-o
Seat ride low when I'm cruising in
With a cup full of brown like Julian
With a trailer park boy and some hooligans
Got bars, yeah kid I got a few of them
It's C Web

[MARTY:] Mc Donald's, Coca Cola, Chris Webby, in lights... Billboard, Times Square, you'll be holding babies on ad commercials

[WEBBY:] That's cool. Babies, why babies? I don't understand this

[MARTY:] You know what, you wanna make money?

[WEBBY:] I mean...

[MARTY:] A million dollars

[WEBBY:] That's cool, I... don't know...

[MARTY:] Five albums, eight years

WEBBY, WEBBY'S AGENT, [KENNY:] What? Five albums, damn! Nah nah...

[WEBBY:] I...

[MARTY:] So no deal?

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] Yeah, we're not gonna...

[WEBBY:] I... I mean, I'm just not so sure...

[MARTY:] Get out of my office. Leave the pen here too

[WEBBY:] Damn, alright...

[MARTY (from the distance): ]Lisa, next meeting! And bring me a coffee and my fucking granola bar!

World On Fire lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jon Connor & Skrizzly Adams)

[Hook: Skrizzly Adams]
Hey, they're calling
They're calling my name
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I been real through all this
Staring straight at the flame
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I ain't going away

[Bridge: Chris Webby & Jon Connor]
Standing tall, head high, doing what I wanna do
If I fall, I get up, I done came too far to lose
Pushing through, pick it up, even when my body's tired
I got enough drive inside to set the fuckin world on fire

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
What can I do for me now
Used to the enemy shooting me down
But truthfully how
Could you try to stop me when truth can be found?
And knowing that life is a lesson
Don't question what you can be now
We let this aggression take over and over and over
A chip on our shoulder bigger, ignore what they told us
I told you I was a soldier (yeah)
Never quit, don't fall, if I do, I apologize y'all
Might slip, won't trip, to be real, shit, I idolize y'all, why?
Cuz if you hear me now you ain't take the easy way out
You knew there was light at the end of the tunnel
When you couldn't see a way out
Faith is what you can't teach, haters may say what you can't reach
As long as I stay playing these beats
At the end of my day, y'all I'm at peace
Peace of mind, Imma just ease my mind
Relieved with the peace I find
And ease my rhymes, I need my time
Somebody out there might need these lines
Yep, I got you, ain't a choice no more, I got to
Ain't nobody thats gone stop you
Don't cry home boy that's not you
Look, when it ain't easy I know that
Been came too close to go back
Your dream is yours, believe that
Yep even when the world can't see that, I see that, that's real

[Hook: Skrizzly Adams]

[Bridge: Chris Webby & Jon Connor]

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Told myself I got this shit (is this my time?)
Better hope to God it is
Losing my mind, show me a sign
I’m no astrologist but I just need to know
Cause I really put all that I got in this
When all I had was empty bank accounts and broken promises
Life ain’t like the comics, ain’t no Superman to save the day
Ain’t no one to clear the road, it’s on you to pave the way
Get your dreams tatted up, never let em fade away
And toughen up that skin and disregard what all them haters say
Listen I been through all that too
What you think I ain’t been down on my luck?
I’m dealing with shit on the daily, it’s driving me crazy
But I ain’t about to give up
Keeping my family close so I can know everybody around me I trust
Now I got Earth right up in my hands
Get ready cause this shit about to combust, what?
I’m not lying when I say
That the world could end tomorrow, set fire to it today
(HomeGrown)
Ay, we really ain't too different after all
Im tryna find my happy place and you're welcome to tag along

[Bridge: Skrizzly Adams]
I know what it’s like sometimes when you feel like it’s over
Cause everything that’s wrong goes right when it’s all for the fight
Handle yours like a soldier, and make em say…
I know what it’s like sometimes when you feel like it’s over
Cause everything that’s wrong goes right when it’s all for the fight
Give it up like I told ya, and make em say…

[Outro: Chris Webby]
I got, I got, I got the world on fire man
I got, I got, I got the world on fire man
I got, I got the world on fire!

[Hook]

Stand Up lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
Lately I've been contemplating
Watching humans tear apart this fucking planet
Like they've never heard of moderation
The people running things ain't worried bout no conservation
Unless there's money in the conversation
But what happens when the soil is too toxic for the plants to grow
And all our drinking water is polluted (got the answer bro?)
All I know is humans are the cancer of the planet, yo
Forecast: lots of global warming with a chance of snow
Hoping things will change but I doubt they ever will
Mother nature dying while we yelling drill, baby drill
So in turn the world's heating up, climate change creeping up
Hell, at least those folks at Exxon made a decent buck
Carbon footprints on the world that'll never wash away
While the ones in charge of it ignoring what we got to say
Still we gotta try, all we got is you and I
Put your mother fucking fists in the sky, come and

[Hook:]
Stand up, stand up, if you gonna fight for what you believe
Stand up, stand up, if you ain't falling for what they teaching
Stand up, stand up, if any time your back's up against the wall
Stand up, stand up, take away my freedom, you'll give me the reason to stand up!

[Verse 2:]
I don't dabble much in things that are political
But it ain't hard to see
That half these politicians running shit are criminal
They way we written history is strictly fictitiously
Still they try tricking me, telling me that I'm living free
Now keeping quiet while they take away our freedoms
(Hell, they're just the constitutional laws, who fuckin' needs em?)
And the mainstream media decides what you'll be seeing
So I'm sceptical of everything, don't know what to believe in
Cause they lying to us right under our noses
And we know it but there's nothing we can do to control it
And it's got me losing sleep
Cause I'm seeing shit different than when I was younger
Watching world hunger while the economy's going under
Too caught up in reality shows and cell phones
Eatin' food full of GMO's to say
Yo! I've had enough of all these lies, all we got is you and I
Put your fucking fists up in the sky, come and

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
See now we've got these countries beefin' with us
Like some World War III shit
Things about to change, you'd be blind not to see this
Civil unrest, the greatest country in the west
Bout' to crumble like the Roman Empire, nonetheless
Our oceans full of plastic, and the air is full of chemicals
Well, we let it happen like it's consensual
But fuck that
Educate yourselves and don't fall for what they been tellin'
Just tell them to throw there fist in the sky and start a rebellion!

Dopamine lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Talib Kweli, Grafh, B-Real, Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro: Chris Webby]
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Dopamine, dopamine
That I'm on, that I want
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Dopamine, dopamine

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy
So, if your tryna' feel what I'm feelin' then yo get at me
And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit
Every night a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip
Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs
That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar
Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'
Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'
Goin' commando in a pair of sweats
Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set
And that dopamine be flowin' on stage
Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way
It's chillin' with your best homies
The spittin' game, it's gettin' laid and it's that after sex bogie
Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces
So my fans will get their fix every time they bumpin' my music

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
And everything is how it's supposed to be
And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Whether I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG
I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often
I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing
Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost
Thanks to stimulating endorphins, brings me closer to the coffin
Walk on the edge because I know the ledge
I wake up when they go to bed
Got these cowards runnin', I'm bounty huntin' like I'm Boba Fett
Life is like a drug, we born addicted like crack babies
Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady
Now why do I expose these niggas'? I got to
These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool
Lyrical warnings, gettin' as gory as biblical stories, you ignoring the allegories
Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley
Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine
My fuel is my kerosene
You ever live the life of a heretic?
That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
I'm just tryna' get my fix

[Verse 3: Grafh]
Bitch on my lap, gyratin'
Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'
High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'
Annihilatin' some kind of Sanaa Lathan
That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'
And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape
Until I lie in your basement
Arise in the pavement just to arrive from inside of a spaceship
That fix, I'm suppose to dream
I chase Hennessy with dopamine
This is dope, I mean, I ain't sober
Promethazine in my soda, I'm supposed ta lean
My momma cookin'? Encore
The family members I die for
The two beautiful kids that I stay alive for
Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more
That fix

[Hook: Chris Webby]

[Verse 4: B-Real]
Let me put you down, with some realness
You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit
Feelin' bliss, like its that fattest joint you ever hit
Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this
We're the feelin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously
We're the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics
The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelled it
We the vibe at the party, when that shit's about to turn up
We the "hell ya", ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up
The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' by the
Toast at the table when we celebrating [?]
Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing
We're the thrill of victory, we're the felling of elation
It's a presentation and we hope you see
You're in need of that dopamine

[Bridge: Chris Webby]

[Verse 5: Trae Tha Truth]
Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'
Shoulda' been cased on it
Causing panic, 9-11 shoes laced on it
Haters on dick, knowing they woman' face on it
Money long, snakes, givin' a open chase on it
I'm fully sober, my fix is chicks and change
And ridin' lookin' amazing in something so strange
I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies
Knowing they need it for support, everyone left 'em lonely
I do my best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them
And I ain't tryin'
I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that lyin'
Stay from beside 'em
Hit the studio to blackout, every track gettin' packed out
Just like somebody woman as soon as I blow her back out
Might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out
And burn off with my speakers in the trunk, who tryna' act out?
Say Watson tell Boogz I'm on my turn up
Get [tightest?] in them [?], meet me at Dreams, we bout to turn up

[Hook: Chris Webby]

Day In The Life lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Ryattfienix)

[Hook: Chris Webby & RyattFienix]
Feeling like nobody knows me so I’m pouring out my soul
The game I’m in is lonely but this shit is all I know
Riding in my Chevy down this one way road
Taking it slow, but still I’m losing control
It’s just a day in the life
Things that keep you up awake through the night
Praying that the moves I’m making are right
Tryna find myself a way through the fight
Yeah, it’s just a day in the life

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Came up in the game just a youngin with a mean flow
Here to rock until the clock hits zero
Feel like I’m seeing the world through a peep hole
Stressed out, what you think I’m smoking weed for?
Gotta put one in the air like a free throw, or a G4
All these people doubting me and judging me without knowing me
So what you mean though?
Living life, what you hating on me for?
Oh you mad after finally getting mine
All these years on the grind I’m dropping shit
And now I’m getting shine, breaking records online
But every single one of my accomplishments
Comes at a cost, losing my mind
Always faded off of that pot prescript
Can’t slip up, I don’t got time
Nobody ever built a kind of watch for this
This life it’ll break you down so get ready
Living down this one way road in my Chevy
Carrying the weight of the world is too heavy
So let me show you people what it’s like being Webby
So doubt me, hate me, judge me, love me
Either fucking way I’m making it
Cause I was made for this, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
See, everyone thinks they know how this life works
But they don’t see the negatives
On tour at least half of the year
Missing holidays and hardly seeing my relatives
They don’t know about the stress of the game
Everyday damn day, shit it got me popping sedatives
Like they fucking jelly beans, will I ever see the end of this?
If I do, shit, will I even remember it?
I don’t know man, all this rapping shit
Got me second guessing everything I had convinced
At the end of the day, fuck it I asked for this
I wouldn’t take it back for shit
I’ma soldier, with a good head on my shoulders
In it til I win it or I get a game over
Feeling like I’m on a roller coaster
Friends turn to foes and my heart grows colder
Drawn to the game like a moth to the flame
Sacrifice it all for the fame
But it’s all worth it when you up on stage and they calling your name
No doubt I’ll be paying the price in the end
But I’m cool now taking a right down the road untraveled
Seatbelt strapped in, this is just another day in the life

[Bridge:]
And I’m feeling like I’m losing my mind
This game will lock you up for certain
But I’m doing my time
I keep a smile on my face, I keep my head to the sky
And in the end I know I’ma be alright

[Hook: RyattFienix & Chris Webby]

[Outro:]
Yeah, to all my friends and family
To all the fans
Thank you for believing in me, man
We here now

Money lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah, can I get uhh pack of Marlboro 27's please?
Yeah, thank you, thank you
My card was declined?! My uhh, well fuck man how much are they?
$9.00? dollars! God damn it
Man I got six, i got six, can we. No?
Man FUCK!

If you don't know then somebody shoulda told ya!
But uhh, ain't shit for free
Like momma always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick to try to make end meets
So I'm just trying to get the money money money money
I like how that sounds
I'm just trying to get the money money money money
They say it makes the world go round

Yeah, Webby
Watch appear getting richer as they sold they sold
Like fox selling out I'd rather be dope and broke
But as I got a little old in this roller coaster of life
Got me feeling like I close one door, another opens up
With a new expense to pay: car insurance, health insurance with the dental day
Keep asking why you living with your rentals A
You get it now? I don't got no fucking rent to pay
I made it big in the game but I'm sure I ain't rich
How I invisioned being famous just sure ain't this
If I only had a nickel for every word I spit
But I don't, so now it's time I go and stir up shit
Cause I'm just trying to get that money and I don't care how
So fucking bad I'm about to put up a bb gun back now
Run up in a liquor store like "bitch, get on the ground,
Give me the cash and some whiskey and a dutch, right now"

What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary
(Repeat!)
What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary

If you don't know then somebody shoulda told ya!
But uhh, ain't shit for free
Like momma always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick to try to make end meets
So I'm just trying to get the money money money money
I like how that sounds
I'm just trying to get the money money money money
They say it makes the world go round

And as this the money comes in and then it goes
As quick as it came from shooting this videos
The beats and time spent in the studio
And then them runs out
Well, time to do some shows
Then you've got all the expenses off on the row
Salaries for the team and a vehicle
Gas food, hotel rooms, that's a lot of doe
Why you complaning, isn't it what you always wanted ya'll?
I guess so, I just need a bigger check, sir
Maybe have a couple diamonds hanging from my neck, sir
And I'm below full of cash in my dress, sir
That's [?] network
Well Mac Miller's got money
Yeah, you probably right
I got an idea, let's just go and rob him tonight
Like "we haven't spoken since I need a dollar but like
I still do", so run this motherfucker pockets, alright?
Just kidding

What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary
(Repeat!)
What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary

If you don't know then somebody shoulda told ya!
But uhh, ain't shit for free
Like momma always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick to try to make end meets
So I'm just trying to get the money money money money
I like how that sounds
I'm just trying to get the money money money money
They say it makes the world go round

Dinner And A Movie lyrics - Chris Webby

Ye ye yeah
It all started when I met her couldn't help but to sweat her
She was bad - so I hit her with that "hey, I'm Chris Webster"
Spit a little game had some drinks when I left her
She handed me a number and suggested that I texted her
Weeks went by and I'm scrolling through my whole index
Saw the name Susie so I send her an emoji text - kissy face
Then I got an "oh hey you", "what up yo"
"Nothing boo, let's get drunk, come through"
Get her address and I GPS'ed it
Thinking we gon' have some drink and dinner over Netflix
Maybe smoke a joint, then later have some sex with
Her, not knowing that she's crazy and obsessive
Got there, she had four cats now I got alarms going
Off in my brain but she was hot so I ignored 'em
Posters of me on her wall now my eyes open
To the fact this bitch is psycho now the shit is really showing
I had one drink and my eyes got lower
Speak started slurring and my mind got slower
Then I realized I got roofied and I'm fucking fell over
"Welcome here, silly pants, come sit with me on the sofa"
"FUCK, this is not good, Chris, hold it together, dude"
"Now you're mine, Christian, we'll be together forever boo"
"This is bad, this is bad, I can't even stand yo"
Then my vision cuts to black, like the end of The Sopranos

I met a girl once, her name was Susie
Little did I know that she already knew me
I got a number and I hollered in a few weeks
Unaware she was a bad shit groupie
Went to her house, tryna get some gucci
Had a drink and I started feeling woozy
Then I realized, I got roofied
And I just thought we'd get some dinner and a movie

Woke up the next day, handcuffed to aheadboard
Butt ass naked, hickies everywhere
Neck sore, dick sore, leg sore
This is what I get for trustin' bitches
When I break free, oh you gone get yours
Vision blurry and my memory's shitty
In a dark ass basement, where the fuck is she?
Probably upstairs with her cats, watching Sex and the City
I need to break free, come on now, Webby be widdy
See my pants on the ground and I grab 'em with my foot
Kick 'em up to where my hands are at, let's get ourselves a look
What do you know, I got an adderal up in my left pocket
So I popped it, (da dada dadah) don't need a locksmith
Rip those cuffs off like Kong in captivity
Put my socks on and hear "No, you can't freaking leave, you're all mine"
"Crazy ass bitch, are you kidding me?"
Then she pulled a steak knife out and tried sticking me
I ran around and then I sprinted up the fucking stairs
Still wearing only my socks, not even my underwear
She's chasing me and I can't remember where the door is
She made it to the kitchen, throwing silverware a fork hit
My bare dick - then I took a spoon to my left nut
"You wanna play bitch, okay, well guess what?"
But I had nothing to follow that statement
So I started to charge her at the full speed buttnaked

I met a girl once, her name was Susie
Little did I know that she already knew me
I got a number and I hollered in a few weeks
Unaware she was a bad shit groupie
Went to her house, tryna get some gucci
Had a drink and I started feeling woozy
Then I realized, I got roofied
And I just thought we'd get some dinner and a movie

I was halfway to her then her cats start attacking me
Swiping at my penis, jumping on my back scratching me
Grab 'em by the tail, and I swung 'em like some nun-chucks
Ron Jeremy style, beat those pussies the fuck up
"Don't hurt my fucking cats, I'll kill you, I really will yo"
Then I tackled her ass through a glass window
We fell down, she looked around and grabbed a sharp glass shard
And stabbed me in the ribs, then she stabbed me in the abs hard
Then she broke away, I started bleeding out
And I seen her runnin' towards the fucking neighbours house
Grabbed a stick up off the lawn and threw it hard
Done, she stumbled, tripped and fell face down in the neighbours garden
Caught up to this bitch, step up in some mud and slipped
Laying in the grass "someone call 9-1-1 quick"
Looked and seen Susie knocked out on a damn tomato plant
Neighbours calling cops and reporting a crazy naked man
Drag myself bleedin' right up to the driveway
Got quick in my car and hit top speed on the highway
Made it to the hospital, bloody, nude and exhausted
Almost didn't make it, the doctor just couldn't call it
But I did and I never heard from Susie again
Now I'll never touch another fucking groupie again
Never be that fucking thirsty for the gucci again
And meet a chick for dinner and a fucking movie again