Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gone Insane, artist - Ab-Soul. Album song Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: AAA
Song language: English
Gone Insane |
| I feel like, I’m affiliated with the illuminati, bitch |
| All seeing fucking eye, this is your enlightenment |
| I’m lighting this, fire my supplier always like to give |
| Higher than I’ve ever been these heights are mighty frightening |
| Your hands up as if you wanna strike like lightening |
| Don’t shoot, you can’t fight a viking on Vicodin |
| Can you? |
| Hmm, I would like to see you try it then |
| I be eating rappers, that’s the only way I’m biting 'em |
| That was yummy yummy, dummy dummy, nothing’s funny funny |
| Give a bitch a sippy sippy, then I get some sucky sucky |
| Sucky sucky now, think the nigga must be lucky lucky |
| She’s such a doll, I guess that makes me Chucky |
| What’s up with y’all other than nothing at all? |
| Bitches licking my balls, you ain’t nuttin' at all! |
| You ain’t nuttin' at all, neither am I |
| Heaven’s a better place, I hope you all die! |
| I think I’m Jimi Hendrix, I think I’m Kurt Cobain |
| I think I’m John Lennon, gone insane |
| Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG) |
| Grab a bitch then grab ya dick, pop a fifth and have a sip |
| Smoke a blunt, pop a pill (Fly nigga, fly nigga) |
| Party every single night, mingle with a nigga wife |
| Doggone, we all gone (Die nigga, die nigga) |
| Life’s a bitch, but she won’t let me hit |
| So I just masturbate to her naked flicks |
| I ain’t got change for a dolla, but I think I’m making sense |
| I do resemble my father, but do I really know I’m his? |
| Sometimes I like to go on a tangent of random shit |
| Stay with her Black and Mild out and a handful of ass and tits |
| Skywalker in the blunt, Darth Vader in the cup |
| You don’t get lifted with us, your elevators stuck |
| I never gave a fuck, my name never came up |
| But now that I done came up, I think I’m King Tut |
| I told Punch I’d probably get assassinated by the government |
| He probably think I’m sniffing cocaine and some other shit |
| I’m on some other shit, Black Hippy, ho! |
| Yippy ka yeee, Yippy ka yoo |
| Tilt ya head you see me in the sky |
| Heaven’s a better place, I hope you all die! |
| I think I’m Jimi Hendrix, I think I’m Kurt Cobain |
| I think I’m John Lennon, gone insane |
| Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG) |
| Grab a bitch then grab ya dick, pop a fifth and have a sip |
| Smoke a blunt, pop a pill (Fly nigga, fly nigga) |
| Party every single night, mingle with a nigga wife |
| Doggone, we all gone (Die nigga, die nigga) |
| Drowning in Moscato, popular pothead |
| Feel like I hit the lotto, and I just got head |
| From a famous model (Who?) Gloria Velez |
| Lusting for Cubana’s culo you know what it is |
| I think I’m Jimi Hendrix, experience my fate |
| All I’m missing is a band of gypsies and some purple haze |
| But now it’s O.G. |
| Kush and Ayiro instrumentals |
| No need to insinuate, miss me with the innuendo |
| Ya outlooks lousy someone needs a new window |
| I’mma win I just don’t know when though, you bimbos know |
| What you in for some info to make you exercise your mental |
| A seed small as my pinkie can be your weeping willow |
| I’m so ill, I’m held hostage at a hospital |
| Doing it big like not little |
| Tivo the revolution when it’s televised |
| Heaven’s a better place, I hope you all die! |
| I think I’m Jimi Hendrix, I think I’m Kurt Cobain |
| I think I’m John Lennon, gone insane |
| Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG) |
| Grab a bitch then grab ya dick, pop a fifth and have a sip |
| Smoke a blunt, pop a pill (Fly nigga, fly nigga) |
| Party every single night, mingle with a nigga wife |
| Doggone, we all gone (Die nigga, die nigga) |