Webby's Lab 2 (Intro) lyrics - Chris Webby
[Verse 1:]
Yeah...
I was, stuck inside my fuckin' studio pacing
Stressin' and second guessin' with all the music I'm makin'
Re assessin' who I choose to put faith in
And re examinin' who really has a say in all these moves that I'm makin'
Stepped away for a minute, made a new situation
And now it's back to the basics, I know you have been waitin'
Cause see it ain't about the numbers or the views or rotations
I'm hungry, those in my way should get to funeral arrangin'
I'll bruise em, I'll scrape em, I'll chew em, I'll break em
And Get a skewer filet em, like food on my plate and throw what's left in the stew I was makin'
I'm patient I'm calm and I'm cool I'm just sayin'
The person that you see when you google my name, with those stupid photo shoots from like 2008 with the early interviews of me sayin' some super outdated chemically fueled ludicrous statements
Was just a kid who lacked guidance, up in the public eye
But I'm all grown up now, so fuck it right
Let's get back to raisin' hell up again
And talkin' shit about these rappers cause I'm better than them
Time to give em all a show so go assemble your friends
We in the lab, like its 2011 again
The hands on the clocks jumpin', but dammit I'm not bluffin'
It's time to make shit get outta hand like I dropped somethin'
Won't stop nothing I'm back bitch, the bandicoot of Datpiff
With my lab kit, and bottle ready to crash shit
[Interlude:]
Oh you think that's it? Not even close mother fucker. Check check...
[Verse 2:]
Rockin' crowds is what I love to do
Adrenaline is pumpin' through
My body, sending dopamine levels right through the fuckin' roof
Serotonin rushin' too, more than any drug could do
Music's like my anti depressant, this shit ain't nothing new
Without it I'd be caught up in stress, an alcoholic, a mess
I don't just do this cause it offers a check
Cause I don't need a label office, a jet, or a crib in the hills or a lamborghini and jewelry all on my neck
But I'm sick of fallin' in debt with this Indian guy from American Express puttin' in this call to collect
But I see being pushed to the brink as a test
And honestly, bein' broke really seems to bring out my best
I feel like, I'm locked inside a fuckin cage with a pen
Bein' pushed to the point that I hate this game that I'm in
Surrounded by these people who just like to fake and pretend
So they ask, "if that's the case why you ain't famous as them?"
I dunno, but just lemme give my midnight toast
Hip hops dead like nas said and it's this I quote
I'm feelin' like I'm out the loop and it's an inside joke
"Wait wait, your actually serious? You think this guys dope?"
So I'll keep givin' my lectures, professor Webster is back in my mask jacket and gloves cookin' tracks in the desert
I'm back and I'm better, actin' erratic dramatic and clever
Cause I'm, still up in the fuckin' lab like Dexter
[Outro:]
Five years later, we back up in the laboratory mother fucker. Welcome to the mixtape. Yea!
Datpiff (Freeverse) lyrics - Chris Webby
[Intro:]
Ye ye ye ye ye ye ye yeah
Webbys lab... 2
Na na na na na nana
[Verse 1:]
I'm Vladamir and Vitali combined in the body of Rowdy Roddy and Colossus usin' karate
So get to movin' your body, see for you it's a hobby
But I've been dropping shit ever since I could poop on the potty
And it's prolly cause I just spent my whole life gettin' stared at
Weirdo with the raw rap goin' bare back
Can I give a fuck? Hmm, maybe, but I swear that...
You'll never see it like Donald Trump on a prayer mat...
While rockin' a turban and swervin' in a Ford Explorer
Bumpin' some reggaeton and helpin' people cross the border
See I'm just tryna do it for my peoples and supporters
Roll so mother fuckin' deep you'd think I'm breathing underwater
Cause see I'm like the author of this autobiography
They call me an oddity, it ain't my fault cause they'll probably
Pick apart my every lyric like a frog in biology
But I'll keep my stock high enough to stall the economy
As I jog through your property, while they tryin' to run it
Take off flyin' and plummet while Webby climb to the summit
Droppin' fire they love it, it's just a drop in the bucket
Only dude still on the mic without a quality budget
I mean fuck it, I rock crowds and I'm makin' my block proud
Even thought I'm still residing at my mom's house
Wait, wait... Aren't I supposed to be on now?
Countin' my money from all the people that supported my songs now?
"Calm down Webby, I been bumpin' you on Spotify"
Well thanks for that, like, one thousandth of a dollar, guy
Maybe if you listen enough then I'll get like eighty cents
And be a step closer to gettin' me that Mercedes Benz
Fuck the latest trends, I'll do the opposite
I'm a do me, middle fingers to the politics
And EDM is all I'm hearin' from the college kids
Maybe I'm just gettin' older man, but it's obvious that...
[Hook:]
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
I'm in the laboratory cookin' up a classic
Go and tell em Webby's back bitch
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
I'm in the laboratory cookin' up a classic
Go and tell em Webby's back bitch
[Verse 2:]
(Danger!) I run in screamin' like Mystikal, smoother criminal
Than Micheal mixed with Alien Ant Farm, the pivotal
Multi syllable killer my finger itchin' till triggers blow
Minions in the whip cause I'm mother fucking despicable
I'm sick of all these trivial rappers talkin' material possessions and financial status all up on my stereo
All I ever do is go hard, now it's gettin' physical
Until I'm breathin' hard as Seth Rogen doin' 27 miles on an elliptical
... I'm not ballin', I'm just lighting the bong till I'm coughin'
Jamo poured till I'm crawlin'...
If you steppin' to Chris? I'll leave your head on a stick
Like Ned Stark, I just gotta get a pencil and flip
See what I carry and wield? This shits Valerian steel
And any second I'm a blow, call me Derek Forreal
So it's hickory dickory dock, lick on the tip of my cock
In the conversation I'm the pick of the litter to watch
Don't need a mixer, I don't order my shit on the rocks
All I need's a chalice with some whiskey that's filled to the top
The fuck has happened? One minute people rappin'
The next all I'm hearin' is adlibbing over tracks and
The planet is collapsin', economies are crashin'
And Hillary Clinton is dabbin', so I guess that...
[Hook:]
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
I'm in the laboratory cookin' up a classic
Go and tell em Webby's back bitch
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
Alots changed since I first crashed Datpiff
I'm in the laboratory cookin' up a classic
Go and tell em Webby's back bitch
Knocked Down lyrics - Chris Webby
[Intro:]
We'll be singing, when we're winning
We'll be singing...
[Hook:]
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
[Verse 1:]
I get knocked down, but I'm a be back in a minute
Glass full of Guiness till I'm passin' my limit
Shots lined up, throw em back, never sip it
Then my vision goes black and I'm in it
We gon' open that bottle and break it in
Chasin' that Makers with Jameson
Party when it's Saturday again
But you won't see me on Sunday like mailmen
I'm on my Chumbawamba, clutch a cup of
Vodka shipped in from Mother Russia
... Just a bad ass mother fucker
With a bar tab that got me crunchin' numbers
21 and under, this ain't for you
I stay lit drankin' brews and breakin' rules
With straight shots on demand, no Pay Per View
So all I really got to say to you, is...
[Hook:]
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
[Verse 2:]
I get knocked down, but I get shit poppin' pronto
... Pulling up on my Dr. Gonzo
Suit case full with a lot of contro-
Band, my shades on like I'm Johnny Bravo
Grab the liquor get wasted, until we all live in the Matrix
Sippin' my whiskey until I'm like sixty and need me a liver replacement
Really I'm sayin', I guess that sobriety's one of those things I can't do for the life of me
... I honestly try to be, but bein' sober just gives me anxiety
Knocked down like Apollo Creed, pour four shots and I swallow three
Then I hit a little bit of Colorado tree, and then... Follow me!
[Bridge:]
(Pissing the night away)
This drink is all up in my cup
(Pissing the night away)
Knocked down but I'm gettin' right back up
(Pissing the night away)
And we do not give a fuck
(Pissing the night away)
Knocked down but I'm gettin' right back up
[Hook:]
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
I get knocked down, but I get up (but I get up) you're never gonna keep me down
Ignition lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Dave East)
[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]
Yeah
You lookin' bad woman
Head to toe, had to let you know from your facial features to your ass women
This women, that women, cat women
Sratchin' my back and my abdomen
I don't brag to 'em, I just be tellin' 'em how I'm livin'
Like I'm full grown an' messin' around with the kittens
New car smell but already test driven
And I do it like my whip and put my key in the ignition, drop
I'm a do it now, goin' stupid now
Got a cougar in the uber now, ya the rumors out
Backin' it up like I'm juvenile
Got 'em movin' now
Ya I know I'm kinda new in town
They like who an' how
From the bed to the couch, shit
Make the couch flip
Every room up in the house, shit
And she down with goin' until the sweat drip
Workin' out shit
In that pussy till it purrs baby
Call me Meow Mix, yeah
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
I just gettin' how I'm livin'
Cougar sittin' shotty like I'm Ricky Bobby whippin'
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cause I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
Like, like [purring noise] when the keys in the ignition
I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cougar sitting shotty with the key in the ignition, like
[Verse 2 - Dave East:]
Uh, got a bitch from out the country
I only get to visit monthly
She said she want me
Cristal sippers begets hard denim
As soon as I slide got em feelin like God
And I'm emaculate with the packagin
Told me she like 36
Not a BBW, but she curvy, thick
I got a early flight, know I gotta rise up
Feeling faded like Nas, cut your times up
She like lobster, I like my steak prime cut
Tom Ford everything could never get his grind up
She got the foreign whip, condo in Soho
I come around she take her ring off, on the low though
I'm in this other's chick city, doing promo
Instagram I had shit hot, don't take no photos
I'm in the drop with the AC off
Got a cougar on my line tryna taste this sauce, A1
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
I just gettin' how I'm livin'
Cougar sittin' shotty like I'm Ricky Bobby whippin'
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cause I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
Like, like [purring noise] when the keys in the ignition
I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cougar sitting shotty with the key in the ignition, like
[Verse 3 - Chris Webby:]
I'm the cracker with the flavor you ain't seen since town house
Rips with the cheese when I breeze through your town now
Ds with the Es so please
I already got a plate of sword fish waitin' for me at the tele
So just call me when you need some
Throw on Netflix and we fuckin' through the reruns
Yeah, let me breath some
See we banging and she blow my money, baby that's a threesome
They askin' if I'm a kid or not, shit I'm hot
Throwing competition in the litter box
And while your messing with those little thoughts
I just sit and watch
And shake the planet till I sit on top
And I don't care if you got kids or not
As long as shit is tight
Get a baby sitter, come and spend the night
I'm just a different type than your normal tinder swipe
Sayin' hello kitty and get up in it right
[Outro - Chris Webby:]
I just gettin' how I'm livin'
Cougar sittin' shotty like I'm Ricky Bobby whippin'
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cause I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
Like, like [purring noise] when the keys in the ignition
I get that shit purrin' when the keys in the ignition
See the similarities of vehicles and women
Cougar sitting shotty with the key in the ignition, like [purring noise]
With the key in the ignition like
With the key in the ignition like
On My Way lyrics - Chris Webby
[Hook:]
Let me hear ya say, ay
I been on this road too long on my, way
With my top down livin' carefree let me hear you say, ay
To infinity and the beyond I'm on my, way
Said I'm on my way (let me hear you say)
[Verse 1:]
Why am I like this? Always on the grind like this, ever since '09 like this
Tryna find my niche...
And I got a taste of fame, played the game, and now I'm convinced
That the money isn't worth earning
If you don't take from the lessons you're learning
As you embark on your personal journey
Navigate life while that fire is burning
Deep in your soul, before you get old
And live with regret for not reachin' your goals
(No, no, no)
Just keep up that fight when your back's on the ropes
Because the people you think are the closest
Will turn into strangers before you could notice
Been stabbed in the back but I never lost focus
Got my eye on the prize till I hold it
[Hook:]
Let me hear ya say, ay
I been on this road too long on my, way
With my top down livin' carefree let me hear you say, ay
To infinity and the beyond I'm on my, way
Said I'm on my way (let me hear you say)
[Verse 2:]
I'm still reachin' for the skyline, got my hand raised, tell me teacher when will I shine?
Cause I've been sittin' in the bleachers on the side lines
Spent a whole life time, followin' the guide lines
Now I will strike while the iron is hot, aim right for the top
They will not deny me a spot
So fuck if they like it or not, cause my grind didn't stop
And I'm still in my prime sit and watch
As I do what I'm designed to do
And if my fans still ride then I'm ridin' too
If the numbers don't lie then I'm climbin' through
Supplyin' you, with music to find you through
Any time when the skies seem grey and rainy
And your dreams seem too far away
And life in itself's bout to make you crazy
Just put your headphones on and say
[Hook:]
Let me hear ya say, ay
I been on this road too long on my, way
With my top down livin' carefree let me hear you say, ay
To infinity and the beyond I'm on my, way
Said I'm on my way (let me hear you say)
[Outro:]
Don't see no rain clouds
Above my play ground, no no
Till the wheels fall off and we break down
I will not lay down, no no
... Let me hear ya say
Sativa lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. B-Real, Demrick & Zacari)
[Chorus - Zacari:]
Roll that heady
Fill my Chevy with the vapors
AK-47 and them double wide papers
So I break off half and save the rest of it for later
So come and get in touch with nature 'cause, baby, you know we smoking that sativa
We smoking that sativa
We smoking that...
[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]
This shit is sublime
Hit it and lift up your mind
The most specific of kinds
Particular strains I'm smoking during daytime
Got me feeling high and energetic at the same damn time
I'm on a path to where I don't know
With a little bit of Jack Herer in my bowl
Euphoric, yo, with the Oreos
And whatever other snacks I carried back home
Got the Tangie from my Cypress Hill Family
And I demand the Types and Strands
Dispensaries be selling out like they be supplying the kids candy
High as Iron-Man with 90 grams
And, yo, this weed here ain't no runner up
This weed won the cup
Enough's enough, we puff and puff
My blunt is stuffed with Thunderfuck
Like I'm purposely trying to disobey Scruff Mcgruff
'Cause this Silver Haze will leave you lit for days
And this shit's amazing
Zoned out playing Ninja Gaiden
Joystick's engaging, Taking a rip and flaming
Like a lady, her fragrance blazing
And this chase with a great sensation
Don't change the station ehh
My brain's on a paid vacation
With sativa in my vehicle, chief
And turn up the speakers
The green is my teacher
Like Yoda leading Jedi to Sidious
[Chorus - Zacari:]
Roll that heady
Fill my Chevy with the vapors
AK-47 and them double wide papers
So I break off half and save the rest of it for later
So come and get in touch with nature 'cause, baby, you know we smoking that sativa
We smoking that sativa
We smoking that...
[Verse 2 - Demrick:]
I spend my days in a daze smoking Lemon Haze
Out in Amsterdam where women love to entertain
The greenhouse got me shopping the red light
When I'm in Holland that's just what I go to get right
Roll my weed up, smoke sativa kick my feet up
Look for tracks that I can eat up when I heat up it's a fever
And my stoner chick's a diva, all I feed her is that greenery
Raw papers wrapped around that Sour D
And this life ain't want it seem to be
It's something like a dream to me
This weed, it give me energy
Best believe my enemies, they don't last long
Joints getting ashed then passed to a sad song
I remember not knowing 'bout the different strains
Copping dimes out in the projects in the pouring rain
Now I hit up the dispensary they know the name for smoking on that fire flame
You know this shit is not a game
And that raspberry cough in my bag's very strong
Hotbox, you won't last very long
See the smoke through the glass of the bong
Take a hit, hold on, don't pass 'till it's gone
Play this track watch my fans sing along
Boy, we lit, yeah, we high, man, we on
Blazing on Acapulco Gold
With my partners getting stoned
It's sativa man, straight to the dome
[Chorus - Zacari:]
Roll that heady
Fill my Chevy with the vapors
AK-47 and them double wide papers
So I break off half and save the rest of it for later
So come and get in touch with nature 'cause, baby, you know we smoking that sativa
We smoking that sativa
We smoking that...
[Verse 3 - B-Real:]
I ain't smoking that bullshit
Let me tell what I don't do
I ain't smoking that bullshit
Let me tell you what I won't do
I ain't smoking that bullshit
Let me tell what I don't do
I ain't smoking that bullshit
Let me tell you what I won't do
Pass this shit
'Cause it's boo boo
Backyard boggie we don't touch
But I heard you do
Fucking cursed like it's voodoo
You could see me take a flight on that jet fuel
Then we throw in sativa on the next two
Getting so elevated that we forget you
Faded with Webby on the set, fool
No matter how many requests we don't accept you
Better be taking it to the chest, fool
No stress, it's all incredible
I be putting you out with an edible
Laid out, nigga blazed out, let me fade out, feeling played out, hey now
How many hits can you take now?
How many hits 'fore you break down?
How many minutes go by you say you feeling fake now?
How many swirls you got wrapped around the jay now?
[Chorus - Zacari:]
Roll that heady
Fill my Chevy with the vapors
AK-47 and them double wide papers
So I break off half and save the rest of it for later
So come and get in touch with nature 'cause, baby, you know we smoking that sativa
We smoking that sativa
We smoking that...
Brass Tacks lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Danimal Lector)
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks
Get it cooking baby show me where the lab's at
Here we go again, now see the cash stack
All these bills got my pockets saying Afflack
Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks
Bunch of women in my whip like I'm Mad Max
(Ass fat) tap it like I'm skipping through my Snapchats
You can't even do half that
[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]
You see I've always been a killer with raps, it's that villainous cat
Go and tell em Jack the Ripper is back
And I'm making every syllable snap, a gorilla with the silverest back
Strength levels hitting simian stats
Loud pack until my eyes are cloudy
And I'm a monster with the ink, when I'm writing they call me Mike Wazowski
Am I dead? Cause I see those vultures flying found me
Tryna get a piece of what I have proudly designed around me
And like Rhonda Rousey I'm smacking bitches, and act malicious
In the laboratory it's back to business...
I been the, best in the burbs since my third CD
Still I'm under rated like making The Purge PG
(They gone love me, trust me)
Started in the lab as a puppy now I'm a fully grown UCONN husky
Never rusty, so never rush me, they'll never touch me
Turned my skills into a job and now I'm getting money
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks
Get it cooking baby show me where the lab's at
Here we go again, now see the cash stack
All these bills got my pockets saying Afflack
Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks
Bunch of women in my whip like I'm Mad Max
(Ass fat) tap it like I'm skipping through my Snapchats
You can't even do half that
[Verse 2 - Danimal Lector:]
Bout to get down to brass tacks, nothing I'm doin' is half ass
In the booth, 100 proof, getting loose 'til the roofs goes poof... match that
A literal lab rat, syllables abstract
Dozen notebooks, no hooks, in my timberland back pack
Killin' shit mad fast, doing some fat dabs
On a Dyno with black mags, no time for cat naps
Mother fuckers wake up, or climb a ladder with Jacob
Name your top 10 rappers, I'll eat 5 like some Steakums
The other 5, 50/50 whether I could take em
But I know I could hang with every name that they been sayin'
Amazing's an understatement, I'm underground, under rated
Under paid, and underappreciated
But I wouldn't mind bein' famous... hint, hint
Go buy my album bitches, fuck it get both of 'em
My flows opium, double dose, mind openin'
Feeling like I'm floatin' in, a boiling pool of molten gin
Engulfed in sin, tryna stay positive more or less
But I know, every shot can't touch the bottom of the net
So it's on to the next, never wanting to rest
Dominant as Indominus Rex, call me God in the flesh
Gotta confess, I really got a lot on my chest
Treasure buried in my heart, somewhere I forgot how to get
I guess, that's why I'm chewin' percs, cause see the truth can hurt
Music works, as my way to connect with the universe
It's not how hard you can hit, but get hit
All the scars and shit make you who you are, news alert
Be proud own it, third eye open I'm usin' words
And sound waves to time travel through space to Jupiter
Feelin' like its 4th down, game on the line
Hail Mary, Mary please, I'm just waitin' to shine
I'm the diamond in the rough that you've been waitin' to find
So, what the fucks up? Stop wastin' my time
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks
Get it cooking baby show me where the lab's at
Here we go again, now see the cash stack
All these bills got my pockets saying Afflack
Yeah, it's time to get down to brass tacks
Bunch of women in my whip like I'm Mad Max
(Ass fat) tap it like I'm skipping through my Snapchats
You can't even do half that
Inebriated lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jaye Michelle)
[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I've been up on cloud nine
So high I could never have down time
The liquor pourin's that brown kind
To the point that I'm not of sound mind
And got the white lines up on the counter top
And got a pound of crops, it's like a flower shop
Right in my house so stop, light up the sour pot
And get high till the ground is not
Under you no more, take your shoes on tour
Up and away till the roof's your floor
Sayin' to yourself I shouldn't do no more
But what's one more? You just chewed up four
Or was it five? Who knew, the effects were dead wrong
And you could really tell your head's gone
With even more psychedelics and medications lined up than an old school Eminem song
I'm feelin' myself, baby I'm feelin' myself, I do not need any help
Unless you want to get that jar full of weed on the shelf and if not then just keep to yourself
Burn till we fillin' up the room with vapors
Smoke right now then I'm boozin' later
Cup is so full that it's leakin' like Ashley Madison's God damn user data
I, light up my doobie till I'm high as Mount Fuji
I, got booze of several flavors mixed into my smoothie
I'm, Christian Belushi with a cruiser full of groupies
I, keep it groovy feelin' loopy cause you know that I am
[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]
So high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
... Do ya feel me now
Drank a lot of liquor
No chaser makes it quicker
Rolled up twenties on the mirror
But I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
[Verse 2:]
Now I don't support drug usage
I would never tell my fans that they should do it
But any adult can do whatever they want
And live life how he or she chooses
With that said, I'm a still have my fun
Occasionally when the work gets done
Not like it used to be, takin' two or three
Of whatever I could fit on my tongue
But shit I gotta let loose right?
So sometimes when the mood strikes
We gone buy some drugs, and line em up
And turn into a werewolf in the moon light
And the moon lookin' full tonight
Eyes dilatin' as the beast awakens
Feelin' like I just booked a flight
And we flyin' straight into inebriation
But personally, like currently
I just stick to whiskey and I burn some tree
Unless old habits pop back up but fuck, ain't nobody perfect, see
Everybody got flaws, you me and them too
Weed and them brews, lead to them moves
That you might regret but oh well, even when I wake up seemin' confused
I, light up my bubbler till my body feels like butter
I, got that sticky you gone wanna post on tumblr
I, be gettin' higher than a Michael Jordan jumper
Speakers be kickin' like Thumper I'm up in the club with a cup and a blunt then I light up another I'm
[Hook - Chris Webby & Jaye Michelle:]
So high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning round and round
... Do ya feel me now
Drank a lot of liquor
No chaser makes it quicker
Rolled up twenties on the mirror
But I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
I just can't help myself, I'm so inebriated
Full Steam Ahead lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Futuristic)
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
Peddle down to that floor, till the wheels don't spin no more
See me swervin' up, fast and furious, hear that engine go roar
Speed is all that I know, buckle up and I go
When the light's not red, full steam ahead, go and pass me the microphone, and we yellin' out
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)
In a hurry goin' a hundred and thirty until everything outside of my window is blurry yellin' out out
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)
[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]
Yeah, got Chloe and Kendall grippin' the head of my member lickin'
And suckin' until I'm bustin' all over they neck and dippin'
Like andale andale, cause I'm speedy with my exit mission
Gone before they even tell I'm missin', my Chevy whippin'
So fuckin' quick your vision can't manage getting recognition
And now your head is spinnin' like I'm practicing exorcism
So when I'm on the mic there ain't no way you could censor Christian
So many words would be cut you'd think your fuckin' antenna's missin'
Like Em and Tech were spittin', so check the rhythm
And bring it back just like the dead were risen with necromism
Because I shock em like they opted for the chair instead of prison
With my crew made up of closely assembled villains
You just a kennel kitten, stepping into a bigger pet division
I'm bred to sic em, so just let me off the leash and I'll effin' kill em
I'm blowin' up like I apprenticed in demolition
And now I'm all up on your television baby let's fuckin' get em
So run run now, go and hit the road jack
Hut one now, ready when I thrown that
Blackin' out on a beat like I'm takin' Prozac
Mixed with a bottle of cognac, call me Bojack
Cause I'm an animal and I'm so animated
Going green, so I'll get a Prius candy painted
Drivin' through your campus waving as the fans awaitin'
Followin' behind me from a cinematic angle till the camera's fadin', what
Buzzin' like I fuckin' suck at operation
Sorry sir I think there's been some minor complications
Vital signs flat line while your body's shakin'
That's when I lose my God damn patience (sir we've lost another one)
On a God damn rampage, leave em with a bandaid, fuck what the man say
Just a renegade getting handshakes, up and down the landscape
Do what I do to the death, get up out my damn way
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
Peddle down to that floor, till the wheels don't spin no more
See me swervin' up, fast and furious, hear that engine go roar
Speed is all that I know, buckle up and I go
When the light's not red, full steam ahead, go and pass me the microphone, and we yellin' out
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)
In a hurry goin' a hundred and thirty until everything outside of my window is blurry yellin' out out
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)
[Verse 2 - Futuristic:]
Yeah, all gas, no breaks on the peddle
This song sounds like rap mixed with heavy metal
Never settle, flow hot, I been screamin' like a kettle
In the city of the stars, pullin' strings like Geppetto
I saw the path and I went the opposite way
Middle fingers in the air when I respond to a lame
I was findin' my lane, and they defied what I claimed
Anything is possible, I'm just reminding my state
That anybody with a dream and work ethic can get it
All it takes is confidence and persistence
I calculated a plan I envisioned
Became the man in my city, took shots with precision
And now I can't stop with my writtens
My pen bleeds the truth, I every single sentence
Helped kids through addiction with the music I invented
Made a style and a voice, let everybody rent it
Windows tinted in that brand new Range
So when I say you can't see boy I mean what I say
Full steam like I'm cleanin' a tux
Award shows in my Chucks, not givin' a fuck
[Bridge - Chris Webby:]
Cause we, livin' it up, shit I'm fillin' my cup
I started with the minimum and now I'm triplin' up
I'm never quittin' till I'm sittin' on a million plus
I'm colder than reptilian blood, with a brilliant touch
Up on an instrumental, leave your noggin spinnin' like you Dizzy Devil
Hit the peddle, since I was eleven playing Twisted Metal
Cause the kid is friggin' mental, spittin' till I pop or rip a vessel in my neck while I whip a rental
I'm runnin' up the mileage, so much if I returned it they'd make me buy it
Auto pilot while riding the Iron Giant
Burnin' so much gas that I'm worried about the climate
Sorry for contributin' to the crisis, but I got my...
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
Peddle down to that floor, till the wheels don't spin no more
See me swervin' up, fast and furious, hear that engine go roar
Speed is all that I know, buckle up and I go
When the light's not red, full steam ahead, go and pass me the microphone, and we yellin' out
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)
In a hurry goin' a hundred and thirty until everything outside of my window is blurry yellin' out out
Full steam ahead (full steam ahead)
Questionnaire lyrics - Chris Webby
[Intro:]
I got a lot of questions, ya know. As humans beings we're intelligent. That's the difference between us and everything else. So why wouldn't I ask questions, about everything?
[Verse 1:]
My teacher said there's no such thing as stupid questions
That's why I always ask myself, while other dudes are guessin'
Like why don't all these rappers nowadays pursue perfection?
Why has the music that I love gone in this new direction?
And why are people so afraid to get aware?
Why does this younger generation hardly ever seem to care?
Why did all the older generations let their greediness
Destroy the world around us for money? And then they leave us this?
And what is money really? Why do we need it, right?
Do you use it to plug your ears so you can sleep at night?
So you don't hear your conscience tryna make you see the light?
Why don't they care about us? We're all just people right?
Why are we killin' Mother Nature for the paper?
Why is everything extinct or, critically endangered?
Why couldn't we have found a way to live together?
So everything could exist forever? This is my questionnaire
[Hook:]
This is my questionnaire...
This is my questionnaire...
It's time to get aware...
[Verse 2:]
Why are there politicians?
I guess the better question is why don't they ever listen?
Why do they always have to lie to us? Why does the news just try to stir the fear inside of us?
What do they really have to hide from us?
Why are blind men leading other blind men
With ignorance in office and armies standing behind them?
Why do we kill each other? Why don't we heal each other?
Why do we break each other down instead of build each other?
Why are the smartest people labeled crazy?
Why are kids having babies? Why do doctors say to take these?
And why do big pharma companies have us by these puppet strings?
So, now we need a pill for every fucking thing
Why are there terrorists?
What if they just saw a therapist, changed their ways and moved to the Americas?
Are people really bad? Or are they taught to be?
Come get lost in thought with me, this is my questionnaire
[Hook:]
This is my questionnaire...
This is my questionnaire...
It's time to get aware...
[Verse 3:]
Why do kids do drugs? Wait, why do I do em?
I know it'll catch up to me and leave my life ruined
So why do I find myself drinking and pill poppin'?
Is it for fun anymore or am I running from my problems?
Why do I have problems anyway?
If I could show the younger Webby where I am today he would be blown away
So why's my self confidence always on the fence?
Why do I hear the hatin' louder than the compliments?
Why does my mom smoke weed?
Wait, I guess the better question is why don't we all smoke weed?
Why don't we tax the televangelists?
Better question, why can't kids afford to live on campuses and get an education like their parents did?
Why are the seasons shorter?
Why is the justice system rigged against people without a decent lawyer?
And really what is race? Cause I don't see nobody winnin'
How is anybody different? This is my questionnaire
[Hook:]
This is my questionnaire...
This is my questionnaire...
It's time to get aware...
Imperfect lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jaye Michelle)
[Hook - Jaye Michelle:]
Insecurities, and anxiety
Kept internally, trapped inside of me
And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect
Dealing with these...
Insecurities, and anxiety
Kept internally, trapped inside of me
And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect
Dealing with these...
[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]
Tryna learn to embrace all my imperfections
But the voices in my head got me waking up sweatin'
Alprazolam, point five milligrams in my hand when I'm stressin'
But self medication isn't helpin', second guessing while I'm dealing with depression
Pills to wake up, pills to go to sleep
Habitually, continuously
Chemically imbalanced lookin' in the mirror like this isn't me
And I'm left to wonder who the fuck I am
And my listeners been witness as I try to find myself and trust I can
And that's why I'll always love my fans
Without y'all I'd be off the deep end, every other weekend
But this game is like the coliseum, you'll get taken out the moment that you weaken
People comin' for my neck, like they Boba Fett, and I got a bounty on my head
Givin' me insomnia but when I'm sleepin' all these demons'll surround me in my bed
Now I'm feelin' like there's really no escape
I used to go and roll a J
But even that don't work anymore, they just never seem to go away
Need some novocaine to control the pain
And now these mother fuckers know the name
I thought that'd make it better but it's worse, maybe it's too late to ever hope for change
So I'm sayin'...
[Hook - Jaye Michelle:]
Insecurities, and anxiety
Kept internally, trapped inside of me
And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect
Dealing with these...
Insecurities, and anxiety
Kept internally, trapped inside of me
And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect
Dealing with these...
[Verse 2 - Chris Webby:]
I've always been too nice and too trusting
And time after time that approach left me with nothing
But some drug problems and a lot of debt
Feel the noose gettin' tighter on my neck
Try to tell myself that I ain't stoppin' yet
But it's gettin' harder tryna calm the stress
I got turned down as a youngster, by every girl I ever liked in class
It's prolly why I talk about the chicks I'm (beep) now when I write my raps
Like some sort of validation of a mechanism of defense
Like I'm not depressed, yea I'm havin' sex
But I'm still alone, and I'm still a mess
Chain smokin' cigarettes by the light post
Cherry glowin' usin' that to light mo'
Breathin' in the chemicals and hold it, whiskey got me loaded, damn I need a life coach
I'm a nice guy, people take advantage of me and my money then they step out
Leave me left out, full of self doubt
Life line's got a low thread count
And after all the years of being taunted
Hated on, not bein' wanted
Bein' thought of, in the wrong light
Now I'm feelin' like I'm bein' haunted
By these demons, I try to leave em
But it's like I'm swimmin' in Epoxy, they always stop me
Try to keep my head above it but the waves are gettin' choppy
[Hook - Jaye Michelle:]
Insecurities, and anxiety
Kept internally, trapped inside of me
And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect
Dealing with these...
Insecurities, and anxiety
Kept internally, trapped inside of me
And I really just don't know why it don't show on the surface, I'm so imperfect
Dealing with these...
Can't Complain lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. ANoyd)
[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]
All I had was a dream and a mixtape
And some birthday money that I saved up
Told myself I could be great
And that mindset never changed up
I don't need it all, I could be straight
With an iTunes check as a pay stub
But then it popped off on release date
And since then we been on the way up
And we almost there and it feels so lovely
Not rich yet but I'm gunna be
Movin' on up from Double Tree
To the Ritz hooked up with couple suites
Till then I'm a still live comfortably
But money ain't shit when you love to be
On the clock, and this shit's fun to me
So yo Juice go and pump the beat (let's go)
Way back when I played that minor league
It seemed nobody would ever make time for me
It seemed nobody had plans of signing me
So I grinded and grinded, then finally
It's time to be, the very same guy you see
On websites they cite Web, the sight of the blind would see
There's no chance of denyin' me
I'll collect my own God damn finder's fee
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
I ain't ballin' but I got a little money
Ain't a super star but I'm on TV
Ain't a player but I got a couple honies
Whiskey bottle, bag of weed
I got everything I need
I can't complain
(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)
Nah, nah I can't complain, nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah, nah, nah
(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)
Nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah I can't complain
[Verse 2 - Anoyd:]
It's colder than a mother fucker out this bitch
And I don't even smoke weed rollin' up a spliff, I'm thinking if I should out this bitch
Who next on the swish like JR Smith
Rubbin elbows macaroni in a jar
Like an international call you phony from afar Saying nothing in a hole like Zeroni in the yard
This is 24/7 like Kobe and Lamar
Antique in a museum you better to dust, you said it? Adjust
Typical Connecticut stuff, Yeah
We all know you ain't ready to trust, so
I'm poor to the line like a measuring cup, Yeah
I'm a be here till whenever the fuck, pretty much in the mirror like gra-ta-ta-ta-ta
They love ANoyd like bada-pa-pa-pa
And I don't got no job, I can't complain tho
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
I ain't ballin' but I got a little money
Ain't a super star but I'm on TV
Ain't a player but I got a couple honies
Whiskey bottle, bag of weed
I got everything I need
I can't complain
(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)
Nah, nah I can't complain, nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah, nah, nah
(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)
Nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah I can't complain
[Verse 3 - Chris Webby:]
Back when nobody was givin' a damn
They were shootin' me down just like Missile Command
So I pictured a plan, when I needed a dollar I sat up at night and envisioned a grand
Now I'm gettin' a tan, with my kicks in the sand
And a spliff in the sand, and a chick with no pants
With a beautiful crib and a bottle of Jamie
What else can I say? I just cannot complain, see
I started with nothin' so somethin' is so
Fuckin' amazing I'm lovin' it yo
Wouldn't say that I'm rich but enough of the dough's in my pocket to live my life comfortable bro
All I need is a fair amount, for all the work that I've carried out
I moved out of my parent's house, now the top is my whereabouts
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
I ain't ballin' but I got a little money
Ain't a super star but I'm on TV
Ain't a player but I got a couple honies
Whiskey bottle, bag of weed
I got everything I need
I can't complain
(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah nah)
Nah, nah I can't complain, nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah, nah, nah
(Nah, nah, nah. Nah, nah, nah)
Nah nah I can't complain, nah, nah I can't complain
Jurassic Park lyrics - Chris Webby
[Hook:]
Tell em all like (ha ha ha)
You don't really want it with a guy like me
Na-na-na (ha ha ha)
Your jacket ain't got no stripes like me
Na-na-na (ha ha ha)
You ain't about that life, you don't have that heart
When the cages unlock in Jurassic Park
You might not make it, better play your part
Cause I be like (ha ha ha) [4x]
You might not make it, better play your part
Cause I be like
[Verse 1:]
Reptilian from the Cretaceous
I've written the pages of how to make music
From minimum wages to killing these stages
I honestly offer the children a blueprint
How to do this shit, how to do that shit
How to crash Datpiff, how to be in tune with
All of my fans from all over the atlas
You don't respect that then I'm a lose it
See I've been around since the comet crashed
With the velociraptors, no way that I'll give in yet
And that's why I'm feeling myself just like Pee-wee Herman in the back of a cineplex
I've watched other rappers catch fire until they would fall like the ash from my cigarette
While on the flip side I've built up my legacy
Bars on more bars on more bars, I'm a triple threat
Spitting like dilophosauruses, many verses and a lot of choruses
And I've seen a bunny rabbit in a race go fast
But I'm thinking more like the tortoises
Main attraction at Jurassic Park
I'm like a T-Rex mixed with a Mako shark
You better play your part
Cause my brain so sharp
You gon' cut your-damn-self tryna be this smart
See when I brainstorm fill the air with shrapnel
And when I swoop down like a pterodactyl
Show em all why I'm the king up in the castle
And they recognize that anywhere I travel
Anywhere I go to, any state I roll through
I'm still ice cold on the stage, I'll show you
The shit I go through on a daily basis made me who I am, we ain't trading places
[Hook:]
Tell em all like (ha ha ha)
You don't really want it with a guy like me
Na-na-na (ha ha ha)
Your jacket ain't got no stripes like me
Na-na-na (ha ha ha)
You ain't about that life, you don't have that heart
When the cages unlock in Jurassic Park
You might not make it, better play your part
Cause I be like (ha ha ha) [4x]
You might not make it, better play your part
Cause I be like
[Verse 2:]
Rookies not showing respect to me definitely will be getting me irate
You ain't taking no food off of my plate
Address me as captain, you lightweight
I've been around for a minute now, sit down
Get that ego out of my face
Oh you got you some plays on your Soundcloud?
Bitch, I was popping on Myspace!
I was rapping in the goddamn lunch line
Before it was cool to be doing so
Before I had hair on my nuts I was tearing them up, I knew I had room to grow
And I still truly know that I am numero motherfuckin' uno and that's indisputable
Treating the studio like it's my cubicle
Since I was nothing but just a young juvenile
Cause I've been stuck underground with the sabertooth tigers, I need me a paleontologist
I've just been puffing my loud with an eighth and a lighter
And seeking to make my accomplishments
Known to the people that follow my steps
From when I first started to rocking with Tech
And a 50 show tour, across the U.S
All that I'm asking you for is respect
I've put in my sweat and I've put in my blood
And some tears have been shed as I've been on my path
Just follow my story and follow my steps
By the giant reptilian tracks
I've survived while I've watched others going extinct and become just a thing of the past
Shit, the fact that I'm still here at all is a show of my skill, just as simple as that
[Hook:]
Tell em all like (ha ha ha)
You don't really want it with a guy like me
Na-na-na (ha ha ha)
Your jacket ain't got no stripes like me
Na-na-na (ha ha ha)
You ain't about that life, you don't have that heart
When the cages unlock in Jurassic Park
You might not make it, better play your part
Cause I be like (ha ha ha) [4x]
You might not make it, better play your part
Cause I be like
Feel The Bern (Freeverse) 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
Cause the flows so vicious
I'm superhuman all they are are superstitious
So watch yourself bitches
Cause 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, commiting arson when I drop my project
And I'm a 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'm a kill shit 'til then with no retrial
Cause I got my lawyer Saul Goodman on the speed-dial
Meanwhile, I'm a 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 cause 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
Cause when I'm on, I'm a steal your turn
I'm like senator sanders mixed with a fucking charmander
So, either way you gonna feel the burn
Outside The Box lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Sincerely Collins)
[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]
I'm livin' outside the box like a shipping address
Until I stack up all my chips and assets
Make my paycheck, blaze ya' tape decks
And see the whole world no Waze or atlas
They told me to shoot for the moon
But I grabbed me a pistol and shot for the stars
And that bullet ain't stoppin at Mars, so
Never let em try to stop who you are
A teacher, a doctor, a web technician
Athlete, a barber, or video vixen
Tattoo artist, chef, or musician
You could be what you want, kid listen
Stay on that mission like Ratchet and Clank
And don't get distracted by passin' the drank
Trust I've been through it, but stuck to the music
And now they see me takin' that to the bank
And you don't gotta love me
There billions of people out there I don't need you
And nobody gets a redo, but it's so far so good on makin' my dream true
And I'm here to shake it up like I'm playin' with snow globes
In my dojo, workin' and waitin' to go pro
Young virtuoso, makin' my dough grow
On my solo, stayin low pro, but they know though
You plant a seed and you gone see that bitch grow
Remember that for life and take it everywhere you go
Be what you feel you're born to be, follow what your passions be
And chase that dream until it's a reality
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
They told me that I had to go to school and get an education
And live up to society and all its expectations
But I, made my own fate, got up and I paved my own way
So if you like me sing along to the song, let's all say
(I'm a live outside the box)
I can do anything, that I can think, I'll show you
(I'm a live outside the box)
I can go anywhere, I'll take you there, I'll show you
(I'm a live outside the box)
[Verse 2 - Sincerely Collins:]
I remember when you boxed me in
Told me I could never leave the box again
I was just lil' me, tryna find the real me
Knowin' that the box was a crock of shit
The box had bots that would block the kid
Every time I shot from my rocket ship
But then I found the light and it showed me how to fight
So I'm sayin' we can box if you box me in, for real
Give me a penny, I bet I flip it to a stack
They tryin' to lead me to Satan, I'm like who is that
I started this shit from the bottom, but I'm through with that
My confidence is in my hair because I grew it back
I hope you're not believin' all the bullshit
I hope you're not believin' all the lies
You just gotta get outta your own way
You just gotta open up your eyes
I can see the light inside you
Do I pray at night yes I do
Thank the universe, simply for the opportunity to spit this haiku, yeah
It's just light work, and you can do the shit if you think it
Get your mind right and just make sure that you practicin' what you preachin', cause
You plant a seed and you gon' see that bitch grow
Told you I came from the bottom now I'm 25th floor, I got
High hopes for me and all of my fam
If ever they tell you no, well fuck em, cause yes you can... yeah
Fix God, Sincerely
[Hook - Chris Webby:]
They told me that I had to go to school and get an education
And live up to society and all its expectations
But I, made my own fate, got up and I paved my own way
So if you like me sing along to the song, let's all say
(I'm a live outside the box)
I can do anything, that I can think, I'll show you
(I'm a live outside the box)
I can go anywhere, I'll take you there, I'll show you
(I'm a live outside the box)
They told me that I had to go to school and get an education
And live up to society and all its expectations
But I, made my own fate, got up and I paved my own way
So if you like me sing along to the song, let's all say
(I'm a live outside the box)
I can do anything, that I can think, I'll show you
(I'm a live outside the box)
I can go anywhere, I'll take you there, I'll show you
(I'm a live outside the box)
High By The Beach lyrics - Chris Webby
[Intro:]
Recline in your seat, while we ride to the beat
'Cause all we wanna do is get high by beach
Get high by the beach, get high by the beach
All we wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high, get high, get high, get high get high, get so high
Get high, get high, get high, get high get high, get so high
[Verse 1:]
Maybe it's because I'm selfish, I'm sorry but I can't help it
'Cause I'm smoking by the coast and all my worries are neglected
For the moment for a second I'm not tweeting I'm not texting
I'm not calling, I'm not checking so don't bother with leaving a message
I'm not stressing in the least bit 'cause we just let that smoke fly
And I'm living it how I see fit from the sunrise to low tide
I'm so high don't know why my seat belt still on
I've been parked for 40 minutes, yo, damn this weed is strong
See I roll up and give it the flame
Now all of my windows are fogged out
This chronic pumping through my veins
Now all of my worries are crossed out
And I'm gone now like I'm Lana
High by the beach with marijuana
No road map, no ways out, no drama, nada
[Chorus:]
All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach, get high, [x4]
[Verse 2:]
Karma's a bitch and life's a beach
Ain't shit sweet, the bottom is deep
The undertow is strong so watch your feet
Don't get carried away by the sea
Submerged under water by Davy Jones' Locker
With shellfish and lobsters and ancient sea monsters
From starboard to port, to weed back on shore
No life jackets needed, my ship stay on course
From Venice to Montauk, and way back to Norwalk
We spark up and then we get high
And you know that I be puffing as much as I can
Hit it and pass it then do it again
Tapping a blunt in my hand
Leaving this ash all over the sand
Don't need me a plan
Don't need me a schedule
'Cause I got medical indica edibles, feeling incredible
Fuck all the chemicals (up in the clouds,)
Extraterrestrial (hearing me now?)
Clear, now ready your ears
Bury your burden, and steady your chairs, bird and
No lifeguard on duty, you better beware
The current is currently pulling you where
You pass your pass now pass the swisher
Ask the captain, ask if the skipper
Get your scuba mask and grab the flippers
Bitches
[Chorus:]
All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach, get high, [x4]
[Outro:]
Recline in your seat, while we ride to the beat
'Cause all we wanna do is get high by beach
Get high by the beach, get high by the beach
All we wanna do is get high by the beach
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
#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
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