Dopamine

[Intro: Chris Webby]

I'm just tryna' get my fix

Dopamine, dopamine

That I'm on, that I want

I'm just tryna' get my fix

Dopamine, dopamine

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]

See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy

So, if your tryna' feel what I'm feelin' then yo get at me

And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit

Every night 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 rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'

Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'

Goin' commando in a pair of sweats

Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set

And that dopamine be flowin' on stage

Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way

It's chillin' with your best homies

The spittin' game, it's gettin' laid and it's that after sex bogie

Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces

So my fans will get their fix every time they bumpin' 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 supposed to be

And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want

Whether I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong

I'm just tryna' get my fix

Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]

That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' 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 because I know the ledge

I wake up when they go to bed

Got these cowards runnin', I'm bounty huntin' like I'm Boba Fett

Life is like a drug, we born addicted like crack babies

Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady

Now why do I expose these niggas'? I got to

These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool

Lyrical warnings, gettin' as gory as biblical stories, you  ignoring the allegories

Tryin' 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 tryna' 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'

Annihilatin' some kind of Sanaa Lathan

That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'

And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape

Until I 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 Hennessy with dopamine

This is dope, I mean, I ain't sober

Promethazine in my soda, I'm supposed ta lean

My momma cookin'? Encore

The family members I die for

The two beautiful kids that I stay alive for

Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more

That fix

[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 supposed to be

And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want

Whether I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong

I'm just tryna' get my fix

Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine

[Verse 4: B-Real]

Let me put you down, with some realness

You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit

Feelin' bliss, like its that fattest joint you ever hit

Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this

We're the feelin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously

We're the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics

The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelled it

We the vibe at the party, when that shit's about to turn up

We the "hell ya", ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up

The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' by the

Toast at the table when we celebrating [?]

Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing

We're the thrill of victory, we're 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 cased on it

Causing panic, 9-11 shoes laced on it

Haters on dick, knowing they woman' face on it

Money long, snakes, givin' a open chase on it

I'm fully sober, my fix is chicks and change

And ridin' lookin' amazing in something so strange

I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies

Knowing they need it for support, everyone left 'em lonely

I do my best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them

And I ain't tryin'

I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that lyin'

Stay from beside 'em

Hit the studio to blackout, every track gettin' packed out

Just like somebody woman as soon as I blow her back out

Might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out

And burn off with my speakers in the trunk, who tryna' act out?

Say Watson tell Boogz I'm on my turn up

Get [tightest?] in them [?], meet me at Dreams, we bout to turn up

[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 supposed to be

And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want

Whether I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong

I'm just tryna' get my fix

Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine