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 shit
Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip
Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs
That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar
Break it up and rolling something, breaking off a ho I'm fuckin
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 shit 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 bumping 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 shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Wither I get it from hitting pussy 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 fucking 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 space 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 niggas', I got to
These niggas 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 coke 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]
Bitch on my lap, gyratin
Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin
High as a bitch 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 basement
Arise in the pavement
Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship
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 shit
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, bitch 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 dick, 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 fuck 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]
[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 shit Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar Break it up and rolling something, breaking off a ho I'm fuckin 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 shit 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 bumping 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 shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want Wither I get it from hitting pussy 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 fucking 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 space 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 niggas', I got to These niggas 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 coke 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] Bitch on my lap, gyratin Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin High as a bitch 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 basement Arise in the pavement Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship 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 shit 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, bitch 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 dick, 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 fuck 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] Explain Request ×
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