I'm Gone - Chris Webby

There’s a lot of people talking to me, I don’t hear nothin'

Pop a pill now I’m rollin', all I hear is the percussion

I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

Driftin to another world, losing touch with gravity

Losing touch with everything, even my own reality

I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

Got my unusual pharmaceuticals, everyone is edible

Barely sensible, but I’m feelin' fuckin' incredible

Like Bruce Banner changin' the standard of bein' lifted

Got another dutchy twisted the size of a fuckin' midget

I rhyme and they fuckin wit' it, so why would I fuckin' quit it?

So I’ll tap my blunt ashes on these liars and fuckin' critics

Designed to just be a menace, let me pop a pill and witness

Me defy the laws of physics, tell Newton I really did it

No losin' so let me get it, maneuverin' with the quickness

I’m the reason that my local pharmacy is still in business

I’m the illest like I stepped out the clinic with bad news

Now they see me as more than just a gimmick with tattoos

They hatin' then fuck you, and fuck it yo where’s my medicine?

I think I got another doctor’s appointment to pencil in

Almost out of Adderall, pop another Ambien

Buckled in on whatever shuttle they try to land me in

There’s a lot of people talking to me, I don’t hear nothin'

Pop a pill now I’m rollin', all I hear is the percussion

I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

Driftin to another world, losing touch with gravity

Losing touch with everything, even my own reality

I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

I’ll be poppin' G-ladies until I’m at least eighty

Unable to see straightly wherever the E takes me

I’m there, poppin' stars until I’m rollin' insane

Even if the doctor says I’ll get a hole in my brain

I got that mental Novocaine, palms sweaty, it’s aight though

Molly and some acid tabs, yep!

that is the right dose

I’m bad news, you want different?

then go to Geico

A drug induced animal posted up with the lights low

Brim to my eyebrows, higher than the sky’s clouds

I’m Mike Vick-ing bitches refusing to lie down

Greater than Alexander, searchin' for my crown

Ounces don’t do it no more, I gotta buy pounds

Break it down, then I roll it up quick and I light that shit

Ain’t nobody messin' with the flow now, betta slow down

You ain’t rippin' mics like this

You don’t live a life like this, so go and shut your lips

And pass the fuckin' joint man, I need another hit

There’s a lot of people talking to me, I don’t hear nothin'

Pop a pill now I’m rollin', all I hear is the percussion

I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone

Driftin to another world, losing touch with gravity

Losing touch with everything, even my own reality

I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone, I’m gone