| Yeah, I’ve been up on cloud nine
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| So high I could never have down time
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| The liquor pourin’s that brown kind
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| To the point that I’m not of sound mind
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| And got the white lines up on the counter top
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| And got a pound of crops, it’s like a flower shop
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| Right in my house so stop, light up the sour pot
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| And get high till the ground is not
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| Under you no more, take your shoes on tour
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| Up and away till the roof’s your floor
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| Sayin' to yourself I shouldn’t do no more
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| But what’s one more? |
| You just chewed up four
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| Or was it five? |
| Who knew, the effects were dead wrong
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| And you could really tell your head’s gone
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| With even more psychedelics and medications lined up than an old school Eminem
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| song
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| I’m feelin' myself, baby I’m feelin' myself, I do not need any help
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| Unless you want to get that jar full of weed on the shelf and if not then just
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| keep to yourself
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| Burn till we fillin' up the room with vapors
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| Smoke right now then I’m boozin' later
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| Cup is so full that it’s leakin' like Ashley Madison’s god damn user data
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| I, light up my doobie till I’m high as Mount Fuji
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| I, got booze of several flavors mixed into my smoothie
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| I’m, Christian Belushi with a cruiser full of groupies
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| I, keep it groovy feelin' loopy cause you know that I am
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| So high, can’t come down
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| Losing my head, spinning round and round
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| . |
| Do ya feel me now
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| Drank a lot of liquor
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| No chaser makes it quicker
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| Rolled up twenties on the mirror
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| But I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated
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| I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated
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| I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated
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| I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated
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| I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated
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| Now I don’t support drug usage
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| I would never tell my fans that they should do it
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| But any adult can do whatever they want
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| And live life how he or she chooses
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| With that said, I’mma still have my fun
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| Occasionally when the work gets done
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| Not like it used to be, takin' two or three
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| Of whatever I could fit on my tongue
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| But shit I gotta let loose right?
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| So sometimes when the mood strikes
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| We gone buy some drugs, and line em up
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| And turn into a werewolf in the moon light
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| And the moon lookin' full tonight
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| Eyes dilatin' as the beast awakens
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| Feelin' like I just booked a flight
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| And we flyin' straight into inebriation
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| But personally, like currently
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| I just stick to whiskey and I burn some tree
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| Unless old habits pop back up but fuck, ain’t nobody perfect, see
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| Everybody got flaws, you me and them too
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| Weed and them brews, lead to them moves
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| That you might regret but oh well, even if I wake up seemin' confused
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| I, light up my bubbler till my body feels like butter
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| I, got that sticky you gone wanna post on tumblr
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| I, be gettin' higher than a Michael Jordan jumper
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| Speakers be kickin' like Thumper I’m up in the club with a blunt and a cup then
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| I light up another I’m
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| So high, can’t come down
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| Losing my head, spinning round and round
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| . |
| Do ya feel me now
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| Drank a lot of liquor
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| No chaser makes it quicker
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| Rolled up twenties on the mirror
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| But I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated
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| I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated
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| I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated
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| I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated
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| I just can’t help myself, I’m so inebriated |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Inebriated, artist - Chris Webby. Album song Webster's Laboratory II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп