[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 motherfucker
Show up at your door like a telegram (Yeah)
With a marijuana vaporizer pen in hand
And a couple bottles and drugs by the fuckin' kilogram
With some Kylie Jenner lookin' ladies in a Sprinter van
Speakers knockin' Killa Cam, Killa Cam-Cam, Killa 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
Fucked up in the head, I'm sick
Drink in both hands, alcoholic ambidextrous
And fully off my rocker and shit
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 fuckin' 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 shit 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 motherfucker, 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? Shit, you thought I was sober?
Well, I'm not
I'm just more responsible, a little older
And so fuckin' busy I don't got time for hangovers
Shit, I run a business, got a dog, I'm a homeowner
Plus, I'm fuckin' 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 shit
And I don't wanna hear it from these damn 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 fuckin' 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 shit 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 fuckin' 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 shit 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
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