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go hard (2019) - chris webby lyrics

[intro]
yeah
you know i’ve chilled out
i dont party like i used to
oh, well
don’t get me wrong it’s still in me
occasionally

[verse 1]
knock knock motherf*cker
show up at your door like a telegram (yeah)
with a marijuana vaporizer pen in hand
and a couple bottles and drugs by the f*ckin’ kilogram
with some kylie jenner lookin’ ladies in a sprinter van
speakers knockin’ k!lla cam, k!lla cam*cam, k!lla cam
hit the plug like the middle man, yeah
a decade later and i’m still the man
still break up and roll la*la*la*la
and i got my timberland up on the pedal
(in the lеft lane) movin’ at the speed of dom torretto
(go at full speed) feelin’ likе i’m in a sonic level
hand up on the stick like donatello
keepin’ calm and mellow
ignorin’ traffic regulations without hesitation
in my chevy racin’
now let me give you a demonstration
ye*ye*ye*yeah
yeah, i get impatient so i hit the gas until my vehicle is levitatin’
never drink and drive though
let me make that evident (yeah)
but when we crash the party like a herd of wild elephants
we gettin’ high as pegasus
on seven psychedelic hits
snow like breckenridge (yeah)
wreckless decadents (yeah)
force to be reckoned with
f*cked up in the head, i’m sick
drink in both hands, alcoholic ambidextrous
and fully off my rocker and sh*t
i know that i said i’d quit (i know)
tomorrow i’ll get it right but tonight we goin’ hard
[chorus]
we be goin’ anywhere the f*ckin’ wind blow
kush clouds pourin’ out the window
and you know we hit it, get it in so
put those bottles on ice
time for the sh*t show
we go so hard
feel like i ain’t slept in so long
we go so hard
knockin’ out six in the mornin’

[verse 2]
knock knock motherf*cker, mm
yeah, its present day webb again
still up in the laboratory, mixin’ up the medicine
but i’ve grown up though
rarely do i get it in
now i’m chilled out but that might just be the ketamine kickin’ in
what? sh*t, you thought i was sober?
well, i’m not
i’m just more responsible, a little older
and so f*ckin’ busy i don’t got time for hangovers
sh*t, i run a business, got a dog, i’m a homeowner
plus i’m f*ckin’ famous (yeah)
the stress of it all for my health
will take a toll while my medications offer some help
so before you judge me for all the pills i got on my shelf
go look hard at yourself
bet you’ll see a part of yourself, uh
’cause we all flawed with a hand full of vices
tryna find peace in a land full of crisis
try to shut it out with a gram of some white sh*t
and i don’t wanna hear it from these d*mn self righteous (yeah)
people thinkin’ that they got it all figured out
if you knew what i knew
you’d be high right now
wish i had the bliss of ignorance but i don’t know how
so from time to time i got to get a pill and crush it down
to drown out the sounds of the world collapsin’
we all need somethin’ to incur distraction
while i puff a peace pipe that i burn my grass in
what you call a relapse i call relaxin’, yeah
[chorus]
we be goin’ anywhere the f*ckin’ wind blow
kush clouds pourin’ out the window
and you know we hit it, get it in so
put those bottles on ice
time for the sh*t show
we go so hard
feel like i ain’t slept in so long
we go so hard
knockin’ out six in the mornin’

[bridge]
why i gotta go so hard?
need to slow down but i can’t
oh, lord, i know
why i gotta go so hard?
turnin’ up, knockin’ out six in the mornin’
why i gotta go so hard?
need to slow down but i can’t
oh, lord, i know
why i gotta go so hard?
turnin’ up, knockin’ out six in the mornin’

[chorus]
we be goin’ anywhere the f*ckin’ wind blow
kush clouds pourin’ out the window
and you know we hit it, get it in so
put those bottles on ice
time for the sh*t show
we go so hard
feel like i ain’t slept in so long
we go so hard
knockin’ out six in the mornin’
[outro]
yeah, still goin’ hard
seven wednesdays later
yeah

- chris webby lyrics

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