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Go Hard (2019/2024)
Chris Webby
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You know, I've chilled out
I don't party like I used to
Don't get me wrong, it's still in me
Occasionally
Knock, knock, motherfucker
Show up at your door like a telegram
With a marijuana vaporizer pen in hand
And a couple bottles and drugs by the fucking kilogram
With some Kylie Jenner-looking ladies in a Sprinter van
Speakers knocking killi' Cam
Killi' Cam, Cam, killi' Cam
Hit the plug, hit 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 left lane) Moving at the speed of Don Toretto
(Going full speed) Feeling like I'm in a Sonic level
Hand up on the stick like Donatello, keep 'em calm and mellow
Ignoring traffic regulations without hesitation
In my Chevy racing, now let me give you a demonstration
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I get impatient
So I hit the gas until my vehicle is levitating
Never drink and drive though, let me make that evident
But when we crash the party like a herd of wild elephants
We getting high as Pegasus on seven psychedelic hits
Snow like Breckenridge, reckless, decadence
Force to be reckoned with, fucked up in the head, I'm sick
Drinking both hands, alcoholic ambidextrous
And fully off my rocker and shit, I know that I said I quit
Tomorrow I'll get it right, but tonight we going hard
We be going anywhere the fucking wind blow
Kush clouds pouring out the window
And you know we here to get it in, so
Put those bottles on ice, time for a shit show
We go so hard, and I haven't slept in so long
We go so hard, knocking out six in the morning
Knock, knock, motherfucker
Uh, yeah, it's present day Web again
Still up in the laboratory mixing 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 kicking in
What, shit, you thought I was sober?
Well, I'm not, I'm just more responsible, a little older
And so fucking busy, I don't got time for hangover shit
I run a business out of Dog, I'm a homeowner
Plus I'm fucking famous, the stress of it all for my health
Will take a toll, but 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 handful of vices
Trying to find peace in a land full of crisis
Try to shut it out with a gram of some white shit
And I don't want to hear it from these damn self-righteous
People thinking 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 gotta get a pill and crush it down
To drown out the sounds of the world collapsing
We all need something to incur distraction
While I puff a peace pipe that I burn my grass in
What you call a relapse I call relaxing
We be going anywhere the fucking wind blow
Kush clouds pouring out the window
And you know we here to get it in, so
Put those bottles on ice, time for a shit show
We go so hard, and I haven't slept in so long
We go so hard, knocking out six in the morning
Why I gotta go so hard?
Need to slow down, but I can't, oh Lord I know
Why I gotta go so hard?
Turning up, knocking out six in the morning
Why I gotta go so hard?
Need to slow down, but I can't, oh Lord I know
Why I gotta go so hard?
Turning up, knocking out six in the morning
We be going anywhere the fucking wind blow
Kush clouds pouring out the window
And you know we here to get it in, so
Put those bottles on ice, time for a shit show
We go so hard, and I haven't slept in so long
We go so hard, knocking out six in the morning
Yeah
Still going hard
Seven Wednesdays later, yeah
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