Cali Dreamin' lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jitta On The Track)

[Verse 1 - Jitta On The Track:]

So hitch hiked some nights and away I go

With a laptop midi and microphone

And I heard there's a place where the views much bigger

And the signs light up and there ain't no limits

Feel like it already, feel like I'm all ready

Give me one time for the music

There's only one life don't abuse it

Find yourself and then lose it

I wonder wonder what will change my life

I wonder wonder if I did not fight

I wonder wonder if it don't vibe right

I'll make sure that you go and spend yo' money

I got my team with me, they dream with me

They eat with me, that means they feast me

You gone' land the same way in a 360

Wanna smoke somewhere on the beach tipsy

Can't believe it's a dream, I'm so blessed I know

Yea, and away I go, I go

[Hook - Chris Webby + Jitta On The Track:]

Cause I been California dreamin' (for so long)

Said love you momma but I'm leavin' (on my own)

Don't got too much in my pockets, one way ticket in my wallet

Send my love to everybody till I get back home

Said ohh you're gonna like it, ohh the lights are bright

And I can feel it comin', waitin' all my life

There's somethin' in the air, that got me feelin' right

The stars are on the ground, the vibe is in the night, oh

[Verse 2 - Chris Webby:]

Yea, I think it's time that we hit the road

Bags packed to the brim, yo Jitt let's go

Takin' flight like Starfox 64

And peace out, to everybody who gone' miss me though

To a new time zone, better fix the watch

Cause it feels like 6 o'clock

At the after party, but I sipped a lot

So I'm losin' track, but it still don't stop

Cause we heard California was in a drought

But I think we got it all figured out

Made a quick pitstop at the In-N-Out

And then it's back to the studio that's in my house

Listen I been waiting for shot and the time is near

And the sun is high up, and the skies are clear

I'm a pioneer, and these stars on the sidewalk always gone' remind me of why I'm hear

With every step I take, it's everywhere we go to

Pocket full of dreams and a mic with Pro Tools

Givin' up's somethin' I won't do, like I'm doin' Sudoku

Got a whole lot of numbers to go through

Watching my expenses until I'm in the Benz's

And got the whole world on my friends list

Lookin' at my life through my Ray Ban lenses

Here to strike gold out west like I dreamt it, I been

[Bridge:]

California dreamin'

California dreamin'

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jitta On The Track:]

Cause I been California dreamin' (for so long)

Said love you momma but I'm leavin' (on my own)

Don't got too much in my pockets, one way ticket in my wallet

Send my love to everybody till I get back home

Said ohh you're gonna like it, ohh the lights are bright

And I can feel it comin', waitin' all my life

There's somethin' in the air, that got me feelin' right

The stars are on the ground, the vibe is in the night, oh

Chemical Romance lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jaye Michelle)

[Voicemail 1:]

Hey it's Molly. Where have you been? We got another party going on tonight over at Stacy's. Let's get wild and make bad decisions together like we always used to. We're gunna be partying all night, c'mon Christian. Don't you miss me? Call me back fucker, love you

[Verse 1:]

Dear Molly, I know that we've had our fun

Love the taste of you up on my tongue

But I'm thinkin' that we should be done

Been too many years of the same shit

You've almost driven me insane bitch

You'd whisper come give me a lick

And I'd come runnin' back, your dangerous

And you almost killed me in college remember that? What the fuck were you thinkin'

And you said that it wasn't your fault, blamed it on all the liquor I was drinkin'

But it was you! And still I came back to you lustin' and callin' you baby

And your sister? That's my ex Stacy

And both of you bitches are crazy

But I'm grown now, so listen Molly what I'm tellin' you is for the best

Cause I'm a mess when I'm with you

So with the cells in my brain that you left behind we're through

You're dead to me

Even though you were my remedy

I thought that we really were meant to be

But now you're only in my memories, so

I'm sorry Molly, I never meant to make you cry

Cause it's been great just you and I, but this is goodbye

And this is us breakin' up, I'm signin' and sealin' this letter

Sincerely yours, XOXO Christian Webster

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]

Rolled up twenties on the sink

Capsules poured into my drinks

It's been fun but now I think

It's time we move on, yeah

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

It's time for me to go

[Voicemail 2:]

Hey Christian, it's Lindsey. Why have I not seen you in so long? Come see me tonight, I want you to fuck me over and over again like you do, and we can stay up night and talk about how fucked up the world is, and you can freestyle for me. C'mon Christian, you know you want to. Call me back as soon as you get this, mwah

[Verse 2:]

Dear Lindsey, you were my very first love

When I really started doin' drugs

And we've been on and off, but the rush

That you would give me, was amazin'

Till it wasn't, then I'm crazy

And I'm anxious, and I'm angry

And I lose sleep, cause you take me

Out to a place that I don't wanna be anymore, at this point there's just too much history

It was my seventeenth birthday, that's when you first took my virginity

And sooner than later I saw you on Fridays and saw you on Saturdays every week

Tried to break up with you numerous times but you'd always come back like I'm pressin' repeat

Get the fuck outta my head bitch

Don't call my phone up again bitch

Me and you ain't even friends bitch

Now your nothin' but my ex bitch

You hookin' up with everybody at the afterparty bitch I know your repertoire

They all lay you down on the countertop, then they line you up with a debit card

Then you got em takin' out they money just like you was a stripper

And I was a pretty good tipper

But now you'll be out of the picture, huh

Don't bother with tryin' to call, I've sank my final 8 ball

Steppin' away from the pool table once and for all, yea

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]

Rolled up twenties on the sink

Capsules poured into my drinks

It's been fun but now I think

It's time we move on, yeah

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

It's time for me to go

[Voicemail 3:]

Hey dude, what's up? I miss you. Oh, it's Xandra by the way. Um. Come cuddle. I just got the new Call Of Duty. And I got Oreos, your favorite. Come be lazy with me. Oh shit, my phones about to die, text me

[Verse 3:]

Dear Xandra, you're the chill one, way more than the rest of my ex chicks

We would sit around, play video games, and cuddle while watchin' some Netflix

On all of those lazy days

Whenever the sky was a shade of grey

You'd make me feel all these amazin' ways

And all of my problems would fade away

But then I'd snap back to reality and wanna lose it

Had a to do list and didn't do shit

I was with you, don't you know I got a schedule too bitch?

I got me a life and this dream that I'm chasin'

But you tellin' me that I need medication

The moves in my life you would keep me from makin'

This easy arrangement is slowin' me down and I'm losin' the moments I need to embrace and

I'm pacin' I'm wastin' these minutes are fadin'

My motivation slowly slippin' away and

Procrastinatin' as we sittin' here layin'

And wake up confused again, at somethin' like 2 PM

And put off the shit that I'm supposed to do again, stuck here with you again

Cause I've been watchin' you ruin the lives of these people, so many others you've dated

Some of em landed in rehab, some of em just didn't make it

The doctor prescribin' your lovin' all over, but I'd rather be sober

Than wastin' my life with you, so take this letter as the closure, bitch

[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]

Rolled up twenties on the sink

Capsules poured into my drinks

It's been fun but now I think

It's time we move on, yeah

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

Goodbye, my chemical romance

It's time for me to go

Chris Webby other songs:

 

#FeelTheBern lyrics - Chris Webby

Ya

Webby's lab.... 2!

CT, what up man, still got those mother fucking bars on deck

I'm a killer whale

My frigging tail could tip the scales

And my train of thought is so heavy that I could strip the rails

On dark knights, you ain't catching me with Christian Bale

I'm a Tom Hardy and ledger up in the city jail

Fuck bail I'm already down in hell and chilling

Raise hell and sinnin

Not counting on the day that I meet God and get to hang around in heaven with him

So when I'm Grammy winning giving acceptance speeches I ain't sharing the credit with the machete gripping

And ready whipping, up in my Chevy ripping

From Connecticut to your television, you better listen

Cuz the flows so vicious

I'm superhuman all they are are superstitious

So watch yourself bitches

Cuz I be so malicious, vicious

So stay the mother fuck up out my business

I roll up and hit this now I am so lit

It's clear I'm on grass like a picnic

And you know we blunt sparking

Eyes lower than Ben Carsons

Space jam ballin I am Marvin a martian

Pardon, I heat it up like methane and carbon

But I'm going green solar panels in my garden

I'm, committing arson when I drop my project

And I'mma burn your house down with the shit I drop next

Connecticut to the prime meridian listening

I'm up in every classroom, home and condominium and

I cause a racket bitch and I'm not talking wimbeldon

I get it in

That's why they seeing web like they looking between the toes of an amphibian, I'm brilliant

There's other rappers talk but we ain't buying it like they selling bottled tap water from Flint Michigan

Bitches I'm on my shit again

Thinking back on life but now its different

Always evolving, I'm so Darwinian

I'm no simpleton, Webby here to get it in

And I got my Michelin scraping the pavement

It's ride or die, bitches get an amen

My rap games godly, pull up with a posy

Rocking the ear flaps like Kyle Broflovski

Webby kamakazie, bonzie watch me

Detonator in my pocket like a Tomagatchi

Swerving like I'm Ozzi, I think it was the molly

I put it down for months but my brain still foggy

I be doing this until the day I go scenial

Forget how to write, perform and spit freestyles

I'mma kill shit 'til then with no retrial

Cuz I got my lawyer Saul Goodman on the speed-dial

Meanwhile, I'mma swerve like I'm flippin a bitch

And its simple as this, on these minimalists

Cannot hang with the bar heavy lyrical shit

When I'm back up in that lab like kibble and bits

Get it? like retriever? the dog, Labrador?

No? What the fuck, all I'm asking is for you to understand me

And some money for the packet store

I need a dollar, can you loan me some Macklemore?

I want them thriftshop checks

So I don't care who I piss off next

Clock in, not a shift off yet

It ain't easy trying to live off debt

Put in work but nobody getting rich off sweat

You see I really love rapping bro

But now its turned into a mother fucking fashion show

They wearing skirts and flip flops, what the fuck he doing?

With pants so tight, you see the dam butt cheeks through em

I'm east coast cuz my sweats in timbos

A scruffy ass face cigarette and brim low

With a sexy bimbo big breasted nympho

Giving head in a rented limo

So check yo info

The game looking real concerned

Cuz when I'm on, I'ma steal your turn

I'm like senator sanders mixed with a fucking charmander

So, either way you gonna feel the burn

Age Of Empires lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. KXNG CROOKED)

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

[Chris Webby:]

Yeah

They gon' know my name for generations

For these revolutionary revelations

And as humanities headed for devastation

I'mma be the only thing standing when it caves in

Weapons carved from the bones of my enemies

War paint with the blood of my critics

Keep my kingdom in control with telepathy

Get up in your mind, when I'm done, you'll admit it, I'm the king

See my name engraved on the monuments

Don't remember how I was embraced by the populous

From my castles excavated by the paleontologists

And they read my tales written by the ancient astrologists

Got the strength of a warrior

The legend that they can’t see the stories of

At the apothecary sipping on the formula

I could rain down fire when I’m scorching the

Earth, right underneath you, beat you down

Defile, defeat you, and just leave you

Nobody’ll try to reach you

Can’t win when I rise, my design is lethal

World domination I don’t got no time for peaceful, I

Rule the land with the love and touch of an iron fist

Battle scars running deeper than my epidermis

Cause when the crown’s in your clutch, there’s a higher risk

Just take a seat upon the thrown, you’ll be getting nervous

Sweating, second guessing the stressing that you could easily fall

The traitors and snakes will cheer and applaud

Then the second that your back’s turned, kill you in broad day

Light, then paint your story on the pyramid walls, I’ve witnessed it all

Believe me

The son of Nefertiti with the brain of Archimedes that’s tucked up under my beanie

No peace treaty, I’m greedy, I’m leaving these lands cauterized

Until my name is immortalized, yeah

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

[KXNG Crooked:]

Yeah

Philosophic as Pythagoras

Skin bronze as Jesus of Nazareth, that and my woolly hair

Police seem to think it’s hazardous

I ain’t Rodney but I’m the king of L.A., they just unaware

My crown is unanimous before I was standing on this land with indigenous people cheefing on cannabis

I ruled half of the Africas, and my word to [?] brought patience like the back of a ambulance

You just wasn’t there

That’s why I brought in this historical columnist

Herodotus to document my father in his sarcophagus

So write a history piece, and take it back to fifth century Greece

Tell him he was omniscient, while you at it tell em’ that I’m the shit

Even theologists, put my name on colleges and philosophy scholarships

Dissertations written on my thoughts and accomplishments

Then they’ll use my memoirs to shape modern politics

They’ll put my name in great books, and Holy Scriptures

When the snakes and crooks want you to forget how my face looks

They’ll hire artists bigger than Michelangelo to paint a false image of me

In phony pictures

Conspiracy theorists dig deeper, when my body’s deceased my name will defeat the Grim reaper

Put my face on the sphynx, like all hail Egypt

But king wherever I roam, like all twelve Caesars

Even when I’m enslaved, and captured like a titan

The gods, on Mount Olympus will be frightened at the mere sight of my songwriting

Ballad of lifelong fighting, and soon as I’m free, I’m striking Zeus with his own lightning

Bounce back from more challenges until I’m back in my palace

Sipping elixir from fabulous chalices

Known as a top war strategist, my name strikes paralysis

Into all my antagonists

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

They'll know my name

After the stars are passing through

They'll know my name

When they forgot about you

Back On My BS lyrics - Chris Webby

You know, nowadays

People find one thing you said

Eight, nine, ten years ago

Bring it back up now and

Cancel your whole fuckin' career over it

So, let me make it easy for you

And just say it all right now, ha

Uh

My pronouns are fuck you and suck my dick

Unglued, I punch through and bust my clip

I'm a feminist's worst enemy runnin' my lip

Now get back in the kitchen you fuckin' uptight bitch

Far as gender roles go, maybe I'm just old

Maybe I'm just sick of women's marches blockin' the road

Sick of a culture where a bitch will think looks alone

Is enough to walk around like the whole world owes 'em

And in my opinion, ladies, yo, we both got a place

And the way that the world works since we all were just apes

And when you need us to protect, your man will shoulder the weight

And if he doesn't he's a pussy, which I know is the case

With a lot of these little Gen Z arrogant jerks

Who got so many MMR shots, their brains don't work

And they been sayin' for years that autism's on the rise

No shit, it's right in front of our eyes

And yeah, I know that I'm an old-head now

I'm grown and graduated (Yeah)

I made it just in time to be considered outdated

To a younger generation who didn't grow up sayin'

Jew jokes and words like faggot when they were playin' (Bullshit)

So, now I'm just a bigot for the culture I was raised in

Back in the days when Chinese just meant Asian

And people were too busy to just sit around complainin'

So, while the whole world keep changin'

Spread the word

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

If you're a pussy, I suggest you run and hide

And go tell your friends

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

And this time I think I've truly lost my mind

(Yeah, go fuck yourself)

Yeah, I'm the generation that ain't grow up with an iPad

So, I think it's silly what these kids identify as

Still make jokes anytime I see a pride flag

Never out of hate, it's just funny to me, my bad

Is it a trans-man or a cross dressing man-man?

Who's physically achievin' the things that only a man can

Then demanding that I be calling him ma'am and

Shit is out of hand but damn, trans-ma'am (What the fuck?)

I'm just a dumb cis man but at least I'm tryin'

To fuckin' understand but it seems that I've been

Passed by by the society that I'm in

Walkin' 'round, lookin' confused at things like Biden

Wait, let me not compare myself to a pedophile

Though, I do buy coke from his son once in a while

He be puttin' in his orders to an Al-Qaeda supporter

Who just walks right over the fuckin' border about a mile

Hunter did the whole pile, I just did a couple bumps

Then he bought a couple kids and he threw 'em in the trunk

Wait, fuck, I am so not down with this kind of stuff

And that's how I killed myself when the Clinton's showed up, yeah

I'ma talk shit in a world gone stupid

Takin' Ivermectin while the world got boosted

Tryna hold ground while the world's uprooted

Speakin' up 'til the world mutes it

Spread the word

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

If you're a pussy, I suggest you run and hide

And go tell your friends

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

And this time I think I've truly lost my mind

(You're all a bunch of pussies)

Ever since I said I'm votin' Trump, I've been the bad guy too

A group of fans I didn't even know I had to lose

And since you're leavin', let me read you one last haiku

Yo, guess what? I voted for him last time too

But you used to hate Trump

How dare you change your opinion

How dare you grow as a person

How dare you say somethin' different than the stuff you used to say

How dare you consider switchin'

I loved you when I agree, now I hate you just for existin'

Hate you for this, that and I hate you for livin'

I'll comment every time you post and I'll say that you're griftin' and hate women

You're a racist and a shameful depiction of white privilege

A supremacist, a rapist, a villain

A fuckin' Nazi, basically he murdered the Jews

He dog whistles, gaslights all the words that I use

I don't quite know what they mean but I heard 'em on the news

What I'm tryna say is Webby, fuck you

Fuck you, bitch, I'm still the same Webby

I'm still in Connecticut

I'm still donatin' every year to save the elephants

Still say thank you for your service to the veterans

And still fuck your mom every Thursday

When I'm in town I bust that bitch down (Down)

Didn't like me then, well, how you like me now? (Yeah)

'Cause bitch, I'm a pro, I don't need a pronoun

So from right now until I'm in the ground, go and

Spread the word

Webby's back up on that bullshit again

If you're a pussy, I suggest you run and hide (Fuckin' pussy)

And go tell your friends

Webby's back up on that bullshit again (You're all a bunch of faggots)

And this time I think I've truly lost my mind (Suck my dick)

And now I'm back on my bullshit

(Webby's back motherfucker)

Baggage lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Ren)

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket

Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Can't save me y'all, they say I'm lost

I can't even start to count all of the days I've lost

After nights of losing count of all the drinks I bought

Self-medicating just to get the weight all off

Only starts with a shot then it's four in a row

Next thing you in the bathroom scoring some blow

See it is what it is and it's all that I know

But I'm getting to a fork in the road

I know the way it's been, I take it in

Feel I gotta start learning to pray again

I try to wash away the sins

But they like tattoos on my skin

I've been sitting here scrubbing 'em

Tryna cover 'em but I'm stuck with 'em

Struggling, drunk and stumbling, while I'm juggling

Habits that are both the cause and the cure of my suffering

I know it's becoming a little troubling

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah

Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Bloody red murder, they whisper and murmur

How did Ren get here? Nature or nurture

I nurture my nature, divine misbehavior

Reaching for a bottle, thought the spirit was my Savior

Chopping up my brain cells when I'm reaching for the pot

But pots the only shot I got to stop this ticking clock (Tick, tick)

Counting down the minutes till that something in me pops

And resurrects a disconnect that helps me self-destruct

And when I'm down on my luck

Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded

(I get) wasted (to get) brain-dead

(Mind so) vacant, (I'm so) faded

(All the time) wasted, (another line) brain-dead

(Feeling so) vacant, (leaving I'm) faded

Complicated, in-house patient

Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded

Tripping with my back against the wall

Caught inside a rising tide, I fall

Taken by the madness of it all

I'm falling

Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking

New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah

Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Yeah, yeah

Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone

New me with the same old baggage in my closet

Bombs Away lyrics - Chris Webby

I ain't giving 'em the time of day

They wanna hate? Let 'em find a way, uh, but listen

I don't care what the fuck they say

You like the fuse and it's bombs away

And it's bombs away

Yeah it's bombs away

And it's bombs away away away away

Yeah (Webby)

It's like I'm playing solitaire, I'm the truth, they cannot compare (nah)

Only child with the mic, I don't wanna share

Listen to my briefcase if you really want a scare

Hear that shit tick, "Oh my god, is there a bomb in there?"

Yes, there is and I've been ready to detonate it

Fuck the world raw, I bust in, inseminate it

When I penetrate it, spit on it, choke it and denigrate it

Intelligence higher than artificially generated

Raw data when they play, I'ma show 'em a virtuoso (yeah)

Put 'em in a box like a phone app logo

Bill Gates had a farm, E-I-O

And up on that farm he know that I'm the mother fucking goat though

So dope, making 'em froze like solo

Stuck in Karbonite if you carbon-dated the flow

You would know that I've been around since the woolly mammoths had roamed

And my blood is about as cold as the dragons out in Komodo

Webby loco, shake 'em up within my snow glow

When the snow fall I brawl like El Oso

Ever since middle school khakis and the polo

My neighbor ringing fucking bells, Quasimodo

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, everybody hold up

See him break a sweat from the fucking second I showed up

Cutest CGI, fire in the eyes, close up

Murder on my mind with a serial killer's quota

Baby Yoda to a Jedi with the force

Like Cal Kestis I went from apprentice to being more

My enemies cursed the day that my light saber was forged

In the kyber crystal within it emitted into a sword

That I cut 'em down with, leave a violent impression

They won't even have the chance to try to fire a weapon

Suburban legend, the throne is what I have been destined

I'll kill the king while he's on it to cut the line of succession

So it's time to bring the raw out boy

Keep my plans in a freezer until they thawed out boy

Hit 'em with the Cooper shell, make 'em stall out

'Cause when them bombs brought out, get ready for the fallout boy

There is no mistake in me, brain sharp as a blade can be

Branded a suicide if death occurs when they play with me

Got some renegade of me, slim and I'm moving shadily

A criminal, Duke Nukem and wound 'em fatally so

Bombs away like Hiroshima 'cause I

Can't be contained like Fukushima

My impact is nuclear through your speakers

You gon' wake up with some tumors and some new diseases

I'm radioactive, still I keep your radio active

Exposure level lethal if you play on my tracks here

Lay in a casket if you get to playing 'em back

Too many times, what I'm saying is that, light the fuse and it's

I ain't giving 'em the time of day

They wanna hate? Let 'em find a way, uh, but listen

I don't care what the fuck they say

You like the fuse and it's bombs away

And it's bombs away

Yeah it's bombs away

And it's bombs away away away away

Tick tick boom

2023 shit

Last Wednesday shit, you feel me?

Yeah, bombs away

Light that fucking fuse, I dare you

And it's bombs away away away away

Bow

Condition lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah

Back in seventh grade they put me on amphetamines

Graduated at coke when I was seventeen

Can't remember a time in life I was ever clean

Suitcase full of more pills than you ever seen

Then I slow it down with a round of the ketamine

Rollin' up a RAW with the Raw Thoughts evergreen

Jack of all trades, when I play I get a queen

And she doin' lines on my dick in the mezzanine

Katniss Everdeen, rep my district

Back in the day, everyday I lived this

Too fucked up, drugged up, young misfit

And I'm not implyin' that I ain't still gettin' lit, shit

Just last night I was deep in a 'cid trip

Opened up my safe and it looked like Christmas

Hundred proof feel like Zeus on Olympus

Kava Root got me real loose and I pivot

Take a lil' bump in the bathroom stall

Next thing me and the homies went through a ball

So I gotta hit my guy with the 1 AM call

And if worst is the worst, I got xanny's in the car

Try to chill back out

Try to keep my mind in check

With the psilocybin, I'm ridin'

Kicks in with a big grin and my eyes spin

Time and time again they know I've been

Lost in the tide, tryna see them waves

No VMA, just good weed, MDMA

And cocaine comin' straight from the CIA

And if they say take the taste, indeed I may

Indeed I am a man with some props

One hand full of drugs, other hand watch

Keep it low-key 'cause I know God watch

Shit, at least he ain't no cop

Webby

I woke up this mornin' to some powder in a line

Crush that molly with some mushroom dust

And fuck it, put it all in my wine

Yeah, I tripped on a tab until I lost my mind

I told my doctor, "Swear to God, I'm fine"

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Lighter will light up a J

Roll it and fire away

No matter the time of the day

When I wanna feel special I line up the K

'Til I'm slurrin' the words that I'm tryin' to say

I'm just high, it's okay

'Cause this is the primary way

That I've learned to live most of my life so I stay

On those pills and that powder

That fungus and flower of only the highest of grade

I inspect my drugs, double check my drugs

Only buy in bulk when I get my drugs

Yeah, I got the kind of plugs that'll test my drugs

What I'm tryna say is I respect my drugs

You don't gotta worry 'bout me

Shit, I'm chemically

Altered, vision blurred but that's just how I see

Yeah, I'm trippin' like a hippie back in '73

The only DMs that I check ends in a T

Last off, where I'm born to go

Weigh it out up on the scales and my horoscope

Last thing that I remember, I was scorin' blow

Then what? Then I woke up lickin' a Sonoran Toad

Yeah, feelin' that itch when I sniff

Back on my nasal

Cactus and yayo, way out in San Pedro

It cost me some pesos but I got that queso

I roll up that zaza, now I'm feelin' bueno

Small pills to the big pills

I got pain pills, I got dick pills

Varieties of any anti-anxiety

Got me as high as the eye could see

Kids, I am not who you ever should try to be

Mom shouldn't a let you listen to my CD

But I do drugs and I rap about 'em too

Sorry, that's why my shits labeled parental advisory

I woke up this mornin' to some powder in a line

Crush that molly with some mushroom dust

And fuck it, put it all in my wine

Yeah, I tripped on a tab until I lost my mind

I told my doctor, "Swear to God, I'm fine"

I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Day By Day lyrics - Chris Webby

Said we all gon' die one day, so what?

But while I'm kicking I'ma have my middle fingers up

Yelling "F the world" and when life gets rough

Shrug it off, roll a doobie and puff, I need enough

To turn down the noise of what's around us

Too much information thrown out at once

For one man to know and not to explode

Without getting stoned, so roll up a Dutch

And pack up the bong or bowl and get faded

Twist a J with a strain highly graded

Life is a bitch, been too much to take it

Without getting medicated, elevated

Still I made it, I got the game in reach

While I breathe weed, smoke with the breeze on the beach

Tryna find a little peace, yeah we need some relief

Or at least roll one, light one, then repeat 'cause

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

Life's too short so love the one you got

'Cause you might get run over or you might get shot

Watch how the minute hand on the clock

Keep going round, need a quarter ounce of the crops

To keep the mind calm and cruise down the block

With a glove box stuffed with pot, ducking the cops

Eyes bloodshot, forgot the eye drops

So I keep the shades on my face like Cyclops

I'm high as raindrops before they come down

So I'm in the sky with diamonds right now

And Lucy's here too, no time to touch ground

The world been too loud, the silence I found

Within the smoke cloud is needed sometimes

Everybody needs a breather sometimes

We all need help with easing our mind

So roll up, spark the trees and get high 'cause

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

Feel the walls all closing in

Until they all surround me

And I'm left without the wings I need to fly

When the skies are dark and everything

Is crashing down around me

Then what else could I do other than get high?

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

This life's been taking its toll

So I just light up this J and I roll

No higher place I could go

I'm just taking it day by day, only way I know

Daydream lyrics - Chris Webby

I see myself in another light

'Cause I always felt like I was nothing like

Who they wanted me to be

Made my way through hell to find another life

But from what I can tell, I'm doing something right

Now the daylight dawns, my destiny, -y, -y

Had to find a way up out the box I'm in

Had to reach within myself to find the wind

That'll carry me to where I dropped the pin

When I manifest in my direction

Never gonna catch the wave before I learn to swim

Had to keep the flame alight that burns within

Now he is I, no lying, I am him

Hit the drum roll, let it begin

I don't need no one to save me

My whole life I've been the same me

They would try to call me crazy

But who's the crazy one now? Yeah

And really, can you blame me?

With all these devils tryna break free

Still I'm high up in a daydream

And you ain't pulling me down, down

I don't put on no act, this ain't a movie role

Still, I follow a path I never knew before

Tryna keep my feet on solid ground

And you don't know me like that, least I'm assuming so

But even right where I'm at, I still got room to grow

Just to keep from falling down, down, down

Got a bone to pick with who I used to be

But I've grown into the dude that's true to me

If they know, they know, if not, they're soon to see

My determination, hesitation

Never been a thing for me, I'm on the loose, agree or not

I won't stop, I reach through to seize

What I came here for so leave room to breathe

On a spree like you wouldn't believe

I don't need no one to save me

My whole life I've been the same me

They would try to call me crazy

But who's the crazy one now? Yeah

And really, can you blame me?

With all these devils tryna break free

Still I'm high up in a daydream

And you ain't pulling me down, down

Dial Tone lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Millyz)

We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed

[Chris Webby:]

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

I'm just tryna make an honest livin'

Workin' everyday because tomorrow's not a given (Nah)

Listen, took a lot to get in this position

If you wanna know my story, better start at the beginnin'

With that ambition

Got 'em hooked, I'm gone fishin'

The game is money driven so I'm Brinks truck whippin'

See, I never sold out as I've grown the vision

The only thing I've sold out is my shows admission

So listen, get on the ground

My jurisdiction stretches over enemy lines (Bow)

The numbers in my bank account are gettin' better with time

It took a minute for me to get it but never you mind (Yeah)

And now that I got it, it's hard to say that I ain't earned that

Colorful money from other countries in the world stack

Counted at a hunnid' grand from Canada in merch cash

Headed back up in first class

And you know I got a mansion in Fairfield County (What?)

If you know then you know

That's a motherfuckin' flex

Got them acres all around me (What?)

All my neighbors are wealthy

My local nature is healthy

I'm livin' good, I can't even lie (Lie)

The money's movin', at this point don't got to even try (Try)

So if you're hittin' me there better be a reason why or

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Bye-bye

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

[Millyz:]

Yeah, blanco

Yeah, they pondered by my pockets (Yeah)

Worried 'bout my wallet

That's why even when I got it, I just be like I ain't got it (I ain't got it)

But these bitches know I do so all the dances been exotic

We romantic in the tropics and the Phantom is robotic (Woo)

I hit the button like it's turbo

We on the beach and it ain't Myrtle (No)

She love to give me brain

Yeah, that's my lil' nerd hoe (Nerd hoe)

It's wonderful when we be sexy

All abundance in my blessin's

I just hustle through recessions

Off the muscles, seen progression

Fuckin' on these lil' thotties, she a home body (She a home body)

And she just ran the money up, could buy her own body (Could buy her own body)

She hit my line, I ain't pick up 'cause I was stoned, prolly ('Cause I was stoned)

Made them people buy your music

That's a cold robbery

My shit designer though

Hit a bad bitch then knock her friends down like dominoes (Woo)

Any rapper went against me got exposed

Know this money pilin'

We on islands like Galapagos (Yeah)

I know that you the people

You can't tell me that you not the foe

So I be like

Huh, ain't that funny? (Yeah)

Independent millionaire, my pain turned into money (Hmm)

Tourin' around the nation, sold out shows across the country (Okay)

Won't kick my feet up, I ain't comfy

Keep my heat up in case they hunt me

Colorado conscious, I'm with Webby out in Denver (Yeah)

Flick your finger, this the mob and everybody around me 'members (Mafia)

Who the fuck is you?

You called my phone, I can't remember (I can't)

So I be like (So I be like)

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Haha

[Chris Webby:]

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Huh, ain't life funny?

Used to be broke

Now I got plenty

So if you callin' up and it ain't about the money

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

(We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed)

Drops By The Hot Box (Freestyle) lyrics - Chris Webby

Yo yo

Ay, it's Chris Webby…

Jamo Neat check it

I'm the definition of half cool half nerd

With a masters and bachelors in bad words

Aw jeez, im cool as a fall breeze

With this weed up in my hand they be callin it palm trees

Often hated, imitated but never duplicated baby that's why I made it

I'm fucking famous listen

I don't got to explain shit

Cuz I been killing mics since Big Tigger was still in the basement

I'm as agile as a ring-tailed lemur

Solo shit to my features I'm murderous through your speakers

I'll fucking hold Dick Chaney's head underwater

While I seduce and have sex with his lesbian daughter

Cuz I'm always rapping my balls off

See my going 80 down Cahuenga

Hitting people in the cross walk

They're all talk, me? I rap great

Competition can't respond they just text me a sad face

Cuz uhh it's my time, give a fuck what you watch say

Roll around a Comicon with bitches dressed for cosplay

So yeah baby show me what that head do, penis in the popcorn

While we out seeing Ted 2

Now I'm L.A living with some L.A bitches and a membership to L.A fitness

So I, shoulder shrug you off no matter what the cost

Independent, I'm my own motherfucking boss

I'm spitting fire, so start evacuating

All systems go warp drive activating

And my cloud pen loaded with that hash I'm blazing

Chilling in the cut like Basset Tracy

GTA in a army truck while it waving big bills

Darkwing Duck

See I'm on that uncle scrooge

I'm on that Donald too

All you here is Aflac from my pockets dude

I got allot to lose but I won't go

Always keep a microphone within a stones throw

And I'm stoned bro but I'm dope as shit

Making bread got a whole day's loaf of it

And you know I'm sick

Yeah yeah, yeah

I'm never stopping chump

Seeing me losing is like seeing El Chapo out in fucking public voting Donald Trump

Speaking of Donald Trump, fuck that dude, fuck Jeb Bush

And his brother and his dad too

Matter a fact, fuck the motherfucking government

And all the companies behind the scenes that's really running shit

Koch Industries really be crooked as Austin Powers Dentistry

But that just the country that we living be

So I light one up and I exhale

As watch the crisscrossing of the chem trails

Were all fucked but for now a just enjoy the little things

Like spitting bars here for DJ ENUFFHH

What!

Getting gritty

Spitting bars

That's what we do

(This is the talk shit part)

Yeah, you know I'm from Connecticut fuck it

Some people be like "oh motherfuckers from Connecticut, they can't rap"

Well they can't rap?

Really? Really?

"Oh, Kids from the suburbs they can't rap"

Really? Really?

Well, I've been practicing for long a time now

And uhh there is affirmative action in hip-hop nowadays

And white guys are aloud to do this shit to you know

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Spittin bars then we taping them, rolling up weed then we blazing in them

I play to win, and you know im coming through

White boy always drunk up off my Jameson

Its like that and I'm playing for keeps

Go hit, iTunes, Jamo Neat

My new shit and you know I come through

I spit it tough while I'm up in the booth here with DJ ENUFFHH

What, you know we coming through

Doing it my way used to watch dude cutting it up freestyle Friday

Uh 106 apart spit with heart none ever coming through

And you know I glow in the dark

Cuz I'm so white need a black light, rap tight

Wanna mess with me then you'll get smacked right smacked left

When I come through I do it to death and I got the belt

Webby is the best

I'm the fucking nature boy when I come through

I'm blazing n' making noise

You will get destroyed like a

U571 tell em son cuz you know I come through

Larry the cable guy get her done

And that's just how I go when I be flowing and no one ever messing with me

I stay provoking the illest shit that you've ever seen

Cuz I'm getting cream, I got sharper flow than the claws of Wolverine

I'm coming through and doing it this shit you know I rhyme hot

Can't see me look me in the eyes bitch I'm Cyclops

And that just how I go and when I speak A

And uhh control your mind fucking Jean Grey

And speak for days when I come through

With the weed that I blaze

No one ever speaking with me

I went to GFA, that's green farms academy

And I went to private school so im smart as fuck come and battle me

And you will see that that will be a travesty, catastrophe

No one ever mess and will be slapping the head off of your shoulders adequately

You know I'm coming through

You know I'm fucking hotter than the summer dude

And ill fuck your boo in the back of my Chevvy

No one could ever test me

Forgot the name then its Christian to the comma to the Webby

I'll be nice when I'm rocking it

No one ever testing my engine revving

We here at Hot 97 and you know that I be getting

And you know I'm on with them, drinking my Whisky like Ray Donavon

Up on show time I flow rhymes nobody's better

It Webster Killin the beat call me Dexter

That's just how I go when I flow I'm the man bro

Boss in the game like I'm Anthony Soprano

And just how I'm going and flowing and showing you

What I came here to do drop bars part 2

And you know I'm going in

And I'm flowing of the top

I spit this shit like a George Foreman stay hot

On the griddle, I so hot that this shit sizzles

And I do this shit way more than a little

And you know I'm coming through

And you know I got bars

And no one ever messing cuz you know I spit hard

Since I was on the fucking recess yard

I spit this shit and no one in the game ever gonna fuck with Chris

I'm on this, I'm on Whisky, no one can get me

Dawg I spit it swiftly, no one ever get me

You cannot test its Chris Webby dawg Connecticut is on my chest

And that's what I rep

You know that I just speak rhymes

Shout to the clothing line D9 that gave me my shit

And now I'm blazing my spliff

And after that I will fukin, stick my dick your chick

Fuck it!

Fill A Book lyrics - Chris Webby

I'm not the author of destiny

I'm just followin' it

Made it far on this road but you know I got some tickets

I've learned things

I've forgotten others that contradict it

And what I still don't know

Could fill a novel with it

But I'm keepin' my antenna in tune

A millennial whom always knew to never assume

Known to question every lesson when I step in the room

The truth will come to light, as sure as the perennials bloom

Tryna make it through the temple of doom we call life

So far, so off right

I'm tryna make it to a higher plane

Hop in the plane and take flight

To new heights, I've followed the path that the truth lights, at least

To the best of my abilities

Seekin' out some synergy

While they be tellin' us that we livin' free

But is it free or is it me? I disagree

Nothin' comes without a hidden fee

Listen

We all here spinnin' on the globe

Searchin' for some kind of meanin'

Even note that, uh

As far as the literature go

You could fill a book with the things that I don't know

Don't know, don't know, don't know

Fill a book with the things that I don't know

Don't know, don't know, don't know

Fill a book with the things that I don't know

By the standard definition I am educated

Along with faded, elevated, highly medicated

And with all the noise I just need my sensory's deprivated

From all the chaos that they been hittin' us every day with

The shepard's feedin' sheep lies 'til the herd'll trust it

Stuck with all these public servants who don't serve the public

Tryna live above it even if I gotta interrupt it

'Cause I'm here to stir the pot until I kick the bucket

You need people like me

History's known to show it

But nowadays it's hard for people to be holdin' focus

Spit apocalypse and y'all too busy on your phone to notice

Hunchin' over scrollin', now they sufferin' from scrolliosis

The world is so ferocious

Still, it's spinnin' though

And life is bound to pass you by, that's why I'm whippin' slow

And in the end they won't remember what we did, and no

No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no

We all here spinnin' on the globe

Searchin' for some kind of meanin'

Even note that, uh

As far as the literature go

You could fill a book with the things that I don't know

Don't know, don't know, don't know

Fill a book with the things that I don't know

Don't know, don't know, don't know

Fill a book with the things that I don't know

Fine Wine lyrics - Chris Webby

I wrote this shit for Flex to drop a bomb on it

It's over when I'm on it

Static bring it back with a scratch, and throw fire on it

I got five on it

Unless it's that chronic, I got a dime on it

Everything the light touches is sayin mine on it

Slide on it like a water park, ride on it

Acid in my headband, kiss the sky on it

Treating beats like John Belushi

Countertops with all these lines on it

Aim for the top and I keep my eyes on it

I'm an animal on everything like echo shirts

Try to follow my every rhyme, and your head'll hurt

The way I write, I consider it academic work

An extra terrestrial being that was sent to earth

Just a kick in the doors

Deliver you more rhymes than you could ever write

Plus they're slicker than yours

Don't wanna co-sign me? cool

Someone give me the torch and imma sit up on my throne like the king of the north

Rockin Tim's with the tongue out

Smoke till I bug out

Night crawlin on em, never see me when the sun out

Rookie of the year, lighting bogies in the dugout

So try to find your balance, I'm about to pull the rug out, yeah

So you better get the fuck out here

Words hazey in my mind but they come out clear

All these metaphors I got, I'll never run out

I'm bout to pitch a shut out

I'll come at anyone out here

So bitch you better keep your head low

Do it side I said so, retro

Reppin for New England like I'm Bledsoe

Can't afford a Benz, so I'm riding on the metro

Arm out the window, flipping birdies like a pet-co

Yo

See Web the one your lady look for

Jesse Pinkman of the game but I cook more

Yank a cop up out his drivers seat full force

(I need back up here, get the fuck off me!)

Call it pulled pork

Was just a myspace rapper, till I broke through

Made a little money, and I blew it with my whole crew

Used to pop molly every week, I was so loose

Brain full of holes, just like Sunny at the toll booth

Left that bullshit in the past, and went Goku

Super Sayan till I got a mansion with a dope view

Shit this beat is cold, juice

Got that fresh produce

Turn the studio into a wholefoods

So shit you better get a medical check

I'm so sick, when I spit

Every syllable I said will infect your whole body

Immune system sensing a threat

It's imminent, yes

My excellence ahead of the rest

Untouchable, like Elliot Nest

See Webby fines

I'm benching, negative press

While I'm flexing my chest

A super human mutant, go give my genetics a test

My life's a never ending segment of that Edelman catch

I'm Tesla with some Edison meshed together, and bet

There ain't no mother fuckin way that I'll be second to best

Cause imma settle every settlement, won't settle for less

The top soil and the sediments, the scent of my breath

Been underground

But imma dig the fuck up now

Bout to show em what the fucks up now, yeah

I've been underground

But imma dig the fuck up now

Bout to show em what the fucks up

Fine Wine baby

Time keeps on ticking

We can't worry bout those minutes leaving

I'm grown up and I'm living decent

But I'm gonna touch the sky

Time goes by

Keeps on ticking away

But I'm only getting better, said I'm getting better with age

Fine wine baby