Lyrics Condition - Chris Webby

Yeah
Back in seventh grade, they put me on amphetamines
Graduated to Coke when I was seventeen
Can't remember a time in life I was ever clean
Suitcase full of more pills than you ever seen
Then I slow it down with a round of the ketamine
Rollin' up a RAW with the Raw Thoughts, evergreen
Jack of all trades, when I play I get a queen
And she doin' lines off my dick in the mezzanine

Katniss Everdeen, rep my district
Back in the day, every day I lived this
Just a fucked up, drugged up, young misfit
And I'm not implyin' that I ain't still gettin' lit, shit
Just last night, I was deep in a 'cid trip
Opened up my safe and it looked like Christmas
Hundred proof feel like Zeus on Olympus
Kava Root got me real loose and I pivot

Take a lil' bump in the bathroom stall
Next thing me and the homies went through a ball
So I gotta hit my guy with the 1 a.m. Call
And if worst come to worst, I got xanny's in the car
Try to chill back out
Try to keep my mind in check with the psilocybin, I'm ridin'
Kicks in with a big grin and my eyes spin

Time and time again they know I've been
Lost in the tide, tryna see them waves
No VMA, just good weed, MDMA
And cocaine comin' straight from the CIA
And if they say take the taste, indeed I may
Indeed, I am a man with some props

One hand full of drugs, other hand watch
Keep it low-key 'cause I know God watch
Shit, at least he ain't no cop
Webby

I woke up this mornin' to some powder in a line
Crush that molly with some mushroom dust
And fuck it, put it all in my wine
Yeah, I tripped on a tab until I lost my mind
I told my doctor, "Swear to God, I'm fine"
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Lighter will light up a J
Roll it and fire away
No matter the time of the day
When I wanna feel special, I line up the K
'Til I'm slurrin' the words that I'm tryin' to say
I'm just high, it's okay
'Cause this is the primary way
That I've learned to live most of my life, so I stay
On those pills and that powder

That fungus and flower of only the highest of grade
I inspect my drugs, double-check my drugs
Only buy in bulk when I get my drugs
Yeah, I got the kind of plugs that'll test my drugs
What I'm tryna say is I respect my drugs, yeah

You don't gotta worry 'bout me
Shit, I'm chemically
Altered, vision blurred, but that's just how I see
Yeah, I'm trippin' like a hippie back in '73
The only DMs that I check ends in a T (blast off)

Blast off where I'm born to go
Weigh it out up on the scales and my whore'll scope
Last thing that I remember, I was scorin' blow
Then what? Then I woke up lickin' a Sonoran Toad
Yeah, feelin' that itch when I sniff
Back on my nasal
Cactus and Yayo, way out in San Pedro
It cost me some pesos but I got that queso
So I roll up that Zaza, now I'm feelin' bueno

Ain't no small pills to the big pills
I got pain pills, I got dick pills
Varieties of any antianxiety
Got me as high as the eye could see
Kids, I am not who you ever should try to be
Mom shouldn't a let you listen to my CD
But I do drugs and I rap about 'em too
Sorry, that's why my shits labeled parental advisory

I woke up this mornin' to some powder in a line
Crush that molly with some mushroom dust
And fuck it, put it all in my wine
Yeah, I tripped on a tab until I lost my mind
And I told my doctor, "Swear to God, I'm fine"
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in