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chris webby - dopamine كلمات الأغنية

[intro: chris webby]
i’m just trying to get my fix
dopamine, dopamine
that i’m on, that i want
i’m just trying to get my fix
dopamine, dopamine

[verse 1: chris webby]
see dopamine is what your brain is making when your feeling happy
so, if your trying to feel what i feel then yo get at me
and me? i get me fix from all sorts of s–t
every night with a gl-ss of milk with some oreo’s i can dip
fresh pot of mom’s sauce, macaroni, meatb-lls
that smell of sour diesel when i open up the jar
break it up and rolling something, breaking off a ho i’m f-ckin
pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin
going commando in a pair of sweats
reruns of sopranos up on my tv set
and that dopamine be flowing on stage
feel it every time that s–t is going my way
it’s chilling with your best homies
the spitting game and it’s getting laid and that after s– bogie
any time you feeling good, it’s what your brain produces
so my fans will get there fix every time they b-mping my music

[hook: chris webby]
let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
if you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
and everything is how it’s suppose to be
and that’s the s–t that i’m on, that’s the s–t that i want
wither i get it from hitting p—y or ripping a bong
i’m just trying to get my fix
let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine

[verse 2: talib kweli]
that bamma weed you smoking, ain’t f—–g with the og
i hit it till i’m coughing, i hit it often
i’m like a power ranger the way i’m mighty morphing
into a rocket ship, that’s taking off into sp-ce as i get lost
thanks to stimulating endorphins, brings me closer to the coffin
walk on the edge, cuz i’m on the ledge
wake up, when they go to bed
got these cowards running a bounty hunter like a boba fett
life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies
trying ta get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the bag lady
goodbye dude, i expose these n-gg-s’, i got to
these n—-s heads bigger than yakoo, it’s not cool
lyrical mournings, getting us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren the allegories
trying to feel good, it’s aleister crowley
rush of that adrenaline is my medicine
my fuel is my kerosene
you ever live the life of a heretic?
that, dopamine, from the smoke the c-ke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain’t opening

[bridge: chris webby]
i’m just trying to get my fix

[verse 3: grafh]
b—h on my lap, gyratin
loud so loud, my lungs vibratin
high as a b—h i’m up skyscappin
annihilating some kind of
that’s the feeling i feel when i am creatin
and the fire’s escaping, though your fire escape em
lie in your bas-m-nt
arise in the pavement
just to arrive from inside of a sp-ceship
that fix
i’m suppose to dream
i chase hennessey with dopamine
this is dope
i mean, i ain’t sober
promethazine in my soda, i’m suppose ta lean
my momma cookin’? encore
the family members i die for
the two beautiful kids i stay alive for
plus hip-hop makes me feel alive more
that fix

[hook: chris webby]

[verse 4: b-real]
let me put you down, with some realness
you feeling loud with me and webby, rockin on that trill s–t
feeling blits, like it’s that fattest joint you ever hit
higher than you’ve ever been, of course you know you’re feeling this
with that felling that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously
with the rush, when the lakers beat the celtics
the smile on your face when the joint lit, and you smelt it
we arrive at the party, when that s—s about to turn up
we… you, you thinking when the dabs about to burn up
the fist pump, b—h i’m number one, i’m the winna
toast at the table when we celebrate our
roar of the crowd when you see something amazing
where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation
it’s a presentation and we hope you see
you’re in need of that dopamine

[bridge, chris webby]
[verse 5, trae tha truth]
yeah, truth spit game, murda
shoulda been… on it
causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it
haters on d–k, look like they want to… on it
money, long slates, giving a open chase on it
i’m fully sober, my fix is… and change
and ride, n looking amazing, n something so strange
i hit the hood, just to kick it with homies
no, they need it for support, everyone that promote it
i best to dodge the phoney, cuz i don’t understand them
and i ain’t tryn
i’m the truth and i don’t f–k with that [mind?], stay from
hit the studio to blackout, maybe try getting packed out
just like somebody wanted this as soon as i blow it back out
i might just give a laugh as i proceed to knock a track out
and burned up the speakers in trunk trying to act out
say… , i’m on my turn up
get [tightest?] in them [?] me a drink, you bout to turn up

[hook: chris webby]

- chris webby

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