Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stone Cold, artist - Chris Webby. Date of issue: 08.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stone Cold |
| This that raw non-fictional |
| Mythical creature that’s unequivocally lyrical |
| LSD ingested 'till the visuals are visible |
| (?) from my peripherals |
| And sitting with Sitting Bull in my living room |
| Got all this medicinal sticky filling the pipe |
| While we doin' all these traditional Native American chants |
| Reaching out to the spiritual side of life I’ve been missing |
| While caught up in this digital reality we live in and shit been making me |
| miserable |
| Ain’t no more original, nothing is indigenous |
| Everyone’s living vicariously through the insta' pics |
| Of whichever disposable celebrity their interest is |
| Bunch of idiots who rise and fall as quick as Icarus |
| I don’t need no pharmaceutical, my mind is limitless |
| Rare one, you know know though, that’s why your girl is into this |
| Said she’d never been this high before and I believe her |
| So break that tree up |
| Baby come and follow the leader |
| They see me rollin' up the pot |
| And your girl’s never been so stoned |
| She said «that boy so hot» |
| She knows I am everything that you are not. |
| (yeah) |
| They see me rollin' up the pot |
| And my world never been so blown |
| Love is everything I got (Webby, I got you) |
| I’m gettin' (duece, I got you) mine while I’m on that clock |
| Ay, I used to smoke it by the ounce |
| Why you bitin' down? |
| Motherfuckers selling swag |
| I might have to buy 'em out |
| Check ingredients before you try to bite the sound |
| Nigga’s breaking promises like they’re too broke to buy a vowel |
| Black-top baller (uh) |
| Schemin' on arenas |
| Shoot my shot then turn around |
| I think I’m Gilbert Arenas |
| Growing my own wings, put that on uncle Remus |
| Freedom fiends, mind over matter |
| Your matter’s fecal |
| Don’t let your pride have you lookin' like a goofy |
| It’s two seats open for viewing, my life’s a feature film |
| Can’t fuck with groupies |
| Just Suzie to keep me Gucci (uh) |
| She think she love me and I think love is confusing |
| Crossing lines is a hobby of mine |
| Watch your step when on my property, that’s (prolly a mine) |
| Bombs, missiles, knives for the weapons formed against me |
| All of them thoughts of killing me off, them shits all in your mind |
| They see me rollin' up the pot |
| And your girl’s never been so stoned |
| She said «that boy so hot» |
| She knows I am everything that you are not. |
| (yeah) |
| They see me rollin' up the pot |
| And my world never been so blown |
| Love is everything I got |
| I’m gettin' mine while I’m on that clock |
| I’ll lay that mack down |
| 'Til she pass out |
| Got a slow jam |
| In the background |
| What is child’s play to a grown man |
| I’m a whole man with the fam' now |
| Smoke a blunt right on the porch |
| Posted at my granny' house |
| A hard knock block is something to up the ante 'bout |
| Hustle in my blood, I’ve been doin' what I gotta do |
| Until I am the headlining act preforming at Bonnaroo |
| Baby, I’m just here for the day |
| And this ain’t quite a vacation unless you plan on coming through |
| Throwin' clouds when I’m loud blazin' |
| And I keep my head down like a cow grazin' |
| The crowd favorite |
| But I grew up |
| A fuckin' screw up |
| Gorilla Glued up |
| I do what |
| I fuckin' feel like |
| Not givin' two fucks (What?) |
| Liquor that’s helping me loose up |
| the world |
| I’m knocking ash on my new 'bucks |
| I grind 'til I need new trucks |
| Fillin' booze up in a few cups |
| Lemme loosen up and I reload |
| So I would suggest that you duck |
| They see me rollin' up the pot |
| And your girl’s never been so stoned |
| She said «that boy so hot» |
| She knows I am everything that you are not |
| They see me rollin' up the pot |
| And my world never been so blown |
| Love is everything I got |
| I’m gettin' mine while I’m on that clock |