Chris Webby

[fox69]

"CT 2 Shaolin"
(feat. Method Man)

"CT 2 Shaolin"
(feat. Method Man)



[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
It's lights, camera, action, run it and still rappin'
Lyrical tornado, twister, Bill Paxton
On two E pills, three vics and six aspirin
This bull's running plays on the court like Phil Jackson
I am mad raw, fucker, better back off
Punch line pros, we leaving you with a cracked jaw
Down in MIA sniffing on some bath salts
Eat your fucking face off and spit it on the asphalt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Call up Rick Grimes and aim for the head and shoot at least six times
Connecticut to Shaolin, show 'em what the bounce is
Coming with that fire so you better bring an ounce, kid
It's that motherfucker fucking panty stuffer, listen to the real can't stand the others
Cop a lethal weapon like Danny Glover
Walk into the woods bust rounds at Bambi's mother, uh

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Live and let die, I get it like I spit it, we ride like an AMG, get it? G5
Five, Michael in it, got the key to the city
We vibe, no commercial interruptions, we live
Warning, see now that you have entered the zone
Professionals at work, do not attempt this at home
All I need's a verse and a minute when it's on
I'll be begging like a convict for minutes on the phone
Up until they throw me in a box, or catch me in the trap, trying to throw away the rock
I'm a product of the block, a hustler, the product in the socks
Serve a customer, regardless of the cops
Regardless of the guap, still a legend
On fire, cause I'm hot, y'all are sweating, still denying that I'm not
In fact, Webby, I'm like the overweight lover, I'm that heavy
Minus the frames and fat belly

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
Thanks for that Meth, we do this man you know
CT to Shaolin, C. Webby to John Blaze
It's just that hip hop shit, you know, it's that
That raw emotion that you get when you get behind this mic, like you know?

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Suburban rap savior's back, slay it when I lay a track
The fourth Animaniac, the Timothy McVeigh of rap
They so concerned whit swag that they forgot about the basics
That's some shit I can't respect, I'll never hold my tongue or take it back
This is art, this is true, this is all I know
The only time I feel at peace is when I start to flow
I don't care if the masses think that my shit's hot
Cause this is raw, this is me, this is hip hop

 

[fox69]

"Cuz I'm Drunk"
(feat. Mic Galper)

"Cuz I'm Drunk"
(feat. Mic Galper)



[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]
I get rowdy, rough, drunk, excited and amped
On the table all night, I'm the beer pong champ
Drink until my mothafuckin' liver gets cramps
And I've lost everything within the pockets of my pants
Like, “Shit where's my phone? Keys? Shit, who has my wallet?”
“Dude, you probably lost it, you stupid alcoholic”
Ha, fuck you bitch, I weigh 160
So it only takes a few shots to get myself tipsy
A few more then I'm drunk, then I move on to wasted
Then black out, find me passed out on the pavement
Slurring every statement, vision getting blurry
Sippin' 40's from four-forty to two-thirty
I'm dirty, plus I ball like Michael
Get wasted like plastic that isn't recycled
I'm too fly, rhymin' it nice
So drunk I could get a DUI on a bike
Mix up the lime with a little coconut
Takin' shots outta half-filled solo cups
Get smashed like dropped pottery
Probably couldn't walk a straight line If I had a fuckin' cop watchin' me
Walkin' into shit like I couldn't avoid it
Just lookin' for a girl, tryna' make some poor choices
But whether I get laid or end up in a brawl
I just blame it on the a-a-alcohol

[Hook:]
Cuz I'm drunk
So do not play around with me cuz I'm drunk
Somebody take away my keys cuz I'm drunk
Shit I can barely even see
I think it's time to make some bad decisions cuz I'm drunk

[Verse 2 - Mic Galper:]
I come through already blunted like flip cup, who want it?
Twenty on the table son, I'm about to make a hundred
You can make it rain but I'm 'bout to make it sunny
That means I keep my money, buddy I'm not a dummy
“Day and Night” it's the kid, lookin' for some Cudi
Got my homie Chris Webby to make sure she ain't chubby
Cause I drank a lot of bubbly, in the living room stumblin'
Everybody lookin' lovely but I came here for the pussy
I love to start beef son I can't control it
Might wake up with missin' teeth like The Hangover
I might wake up with a naked slut from Angola
I don't know bro, I'm just saying I ain't stayin' sober
So move over 'fore this fat bitch puts roofies in my cola
Cool that's what I wanted wrestling sumo with polar
Bear, beware when it's time to go upstairs
Fuck a Trojan, got socks make sure you wear a pair

[Hook:]
Cuz I'm drunk
So do not play around with me cuz I'm drunk
Somebody take away my keys cuz I'm drunk
Shit I can barely even see
I think it's time to make some bad decisions cuz I'm drunk

 

[fox69]

"Dangerous"

"Dangerous"



Drinkin..smokin..poppin..rollin..
Fuckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now lets go

Uh yeah
Webby back and I told you what
Get up on the stage and the show is nuts
Microphone in my cobra clutch, what
Jack frost on the beat cuz I be too cold to touch
Hit em with the rhythm that be dope as fuck
Baby girl hit your knees and open up
CT vandal, and I never gave a shit don't plan to
Cuz I'm here to make a splash like Shamoo
Damn you ran through any competition that I can do
Can you figure the flow and keep pace
Joints rolled up to the face
Turn up the bass till my windows break
Flow well done lemme reaise the stakes
Since '88 I been a mother fuckin monster man
Had headphones on in my sonogram
Came out so mean that the doctor ran
And had a full ass diaper of contraband
God damn, I'm killing the flow thats the plan
Fuckin every girl I can
Ball like jordan, space jam
Pass me the rock and I'll hit em with the slam
D-d-done bass line comin out the trunk
Always stay drunk with a full ass blunt
Money up front, chasing cheddar
Can't stop be bitch I'm way to clever
Gimme a beat, no one can blaze it better
Spit so cold I can change the weather
Bitch I'll be living this way forever
Wait till the game get a taste of Webster

Drinkin..smokin..poppin..rollin..
Fuckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now lets go

Uh yeah
Lemme go ahead and do it like this now
Sit down making the beat my bitch now
Hit it with that right hook, chris brown
Take down your chick around the hips
Lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff
This real hip hop no counterfit
So put some drank in your cup, bounce to this
And get loud as shit, t-rex raw
Imma tape in and I eject yours
Banging the fuck outta the girl next door
Too smart, and I might just check my test scores
Rock with the flow and a round of bets
Always on the grind no time to rest
Your girlfriend asked me if I could sign her chest
And then I worked her out like a P90X
I just sign the cheque, and them I make them bills
Shit, and I don't even got no deal
I know who I am and I keeps it real
So damn fresh haven't cracked the seal
King of the kill, wreck with the words
Proved I'm the mother fucking best in the burbs
Step to me, then you bound to get served
No entree dish, I'm a full dessert
I just put in that work, nine to five
Jet pack flow, time to fly
No such thing as kinda high
Burnt down all day thats what I decide
Yee, its C.W.
And we rollin in the whip when I'm coming through
We’re drinking pop another pill or two
And I'll be lovin, my life, bitch how about you

 

[fox69]

"Dark Side"
(feat. Emilio Rojas)

"Dark Side"
(feat. Emilio Rojas)



[Intro]
You're fulfilling your destiny Anakin
Become my apprentice, learn to use the dark side of the force
I will do whatever you ask
Good

[Chris Webby]
You've now been welcomed to the evil side, better start small
When the dark calls, better play it how the cards fall
This is hard ball, spit so cold your car stalls
Webby got that dark side shit, Darth Maul
Sith lord, super Shredder with a big sword
Jaws in the flesh, you’re a kid up on a kick board
Nighty night for you the second that they let the shark loose
Little footed punks ain't ever fucking with a sharp tooth
Webby gonna take 'em to the dark side
Ain’t nobody messing when the bars fly
Every single one of us going to hell
So why not make sure we all fry?
This my spot and I call 5′s
Gotta chick next to me hog tied
Every single bitch in the vicinity better duck for cover
The fucking second that the dog bite
Ain't nobody crazier than Chris
I’ma fuck the game raw and have a baby in this bitch
So just follow to the dark side
GPS, type it in
And you will never end up goin' home again

[Hook]
Take a walk into the dark side
I don’t know just where I'm going, but so far it’s been a hell of a ride
Welcome to the dark side
There’s a devil in all us all you gotta do is just let it inside
Welcome to the dark side

[Emilio Rojas]
It’s 2012, and I'm boning everything raw, I'm fucking the world in it
I'm running and AIDS clinic on a mission to get a new girlfriend
And I'm in that waiting room I got em edible arrangements
Cuz nothin' says let’s fuck with no rubber like fruit bouquets bitch
No WWJD (nah) everyone of my brothers are crazy (nah)
It wasn’t my mother who raised me (nah)
I come from the gutter that made me, huh?
From the Roc where the blocks is bad
And kids go to school through Zombie Land
Even though them all live in Crombie Land
And nah they don’t get drunk they hit Molly man
Meth heads on they death beds
Chicken heads livin' for their nest eggs
Her mother was strugglin' with addiction
So she been into drugs since she breast fed
So depressant and they ain't no exception
No cold edge, just co-defendants
Vacant buildings with their full attendece, with vacant stairs, you got no expression
Take you there if you want, I got demons boy they do haunt
Seein' people havin' that tone, now that’s the reason we all flaunt
I was born with nothin' I’ma die for somethin'
Otherwise I done been alive for nothin'
I earned it all they provided nothin', even if I have to join the dark side and touch it

[Hook]

[Sample]
Your arrogance blinds you, Master Yoda
Now you will experience the full power of the dark side

 

[fox69]

"Day In The Life"
(feat. Ryattfienix)

"Day In The Life"
(feat. Ryattfienix)



[Hook: Chris Webby & RyattFienix]
Feeling like nobody knows me so I’m pouring out my soul
The game I’m in is lonely but this shit is all I know
Riding in my Chevy down this one way road
Taking it slow, but still I’m losing control
It’s just a day in the life
Things that keep you up awake through the night
Praying that the moves I’m making are right
Tryna find myself a way through the fight
Yeah, it’s just a day in the life

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Came up in the game just a youngin with a mean flow
Here to rock until the clock hits zero
Feel like I’m seeing the world through a peep hole
Stressed out, what you think I’m smoking weed for?
Gotta put one in the air like a free throw, or a G4
All these people doubting me and judging me without knowing me
So what you mean though?
Living life, what you hating on me for?
Oh you mad after finally getting mine
All these years on the grind I’m dropping shit
And now I’m getting shine, breaking records online
But every single one of my accomplishments
Comes at a cost, losing my mind
Always faded off of that pot prescript
Can’t slip up, I don’t got time
Nobody ever built a kind of watch for this
This life it’ll break you down so get ready
Living down this one way road in my Chevy
Carrying the weight of the world is too heavy
So let me show you people what it’s like being Webby
So doubt me, hate me, judge me, love me
Either fucking way I’m making it
Cause I was made for this, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
See, everyone thinks they know how this life works
But they don’t see the negatives
On tour at least half of the year
Missing holidays and hardly seeing my relatives
They don’t know about the stress of the game
Everyday damn day, shit it got me popping sedatives
Like they fucking jelly beans, will I ever see the end of this?
If I do, shit, will I even remember it?
I don’t know man, all this rapping shit
Got me second guessing everything I had convinced
At the end of the day, fuck it I asked for this
I wouldn’t take it back for shit
I’ma soldier, with a good head on my shoulders
In it til I win it or I get a game over
Feeling like I’m on a roller coaster
Friends turn to foes and my heart grows colder
Drawn to the game like a moth to the flame
Sacrifice it all for the fame
But it’s all worth it when you up on stage and they calling your name
No doubt I’ll be paying the price in the end
But I’m cool now taking a right down the road untraveled
Seatbelt strapped in, this is just another day in the life

[Bridge:]
And I’m feeling like I’m losing my mind
This game will lock you up for certain
But I’m doing my time
I keep a smile on my face, I keep my head to the sky
And in the end I know I’ma be alright

[Hook: RyattFienix & Chris Webby]

[Outro:]
Yeah, to all my friends and family
To all the fans
Thank you for believing in me, man
We here now

 

[fox69]

"Dinner And A Movie"

"Dinner And A Movie"



Ye ye yeah
It all started when I met her couldn't help but to sweat her
She was bad - so I hit her with that "hey, I'm Chris Webster"
Spit a little game had some drinks when I left her
She handed me a number and suggested that I texted her
Weeks went by and I'm scrolling through my whole index
Saw the name Susie so I send her an emoji text - kissy face
Then I got an "oh hey you", "what up yo"
"Nothing boo, let's get drunk, come through"
Get her address and I GPS'ed it
Thinking we gon' have some drink and dinner over Netflix
Maybe smoke a joint, then later have some sex with
Her, not knowing that she's crazy and obsessive
Got there, she had four cats now I got alarms going
Off in my brain but she was hot so I ignored 'em
Posters of me on her wall now my eyes open
To the fact this bitch is psycho now the shit is really showing
I had one drink and my eyes got lower
Speak started slurring and my mind got slower
Then I realized I got roofied and I'm fucking fell over
"Welcome here, silly pants, come sit with me on the sofa"
"FUCK, this is not good, Chris, hold it together, dude"
"Now you're mine, Christian, we'll be together forever boo"
"This is bad, this is bad, I can't even stand yo"
Then my vision cuts to black, like the end of The Sopranos

I met a girl once, her name was Susie
Little did I know that she already knew me
I got a number and I hollered in a few weeks
Unaware she was a bad shit groupie
Went to her house, tryna get some gucci
Had a drink and I started feeling woozy
Then I realized, I got roofied
And I just thought we'd get some dinner and a movie

Woke up the next day, handcuffed to aheadboard
Butt ass naked, hickies everywhere
Neck sore, dick sore, leg sore
This is what I get for trustin' bitches
When I break free, oh you gone get yours
Vision blurry and my memory's shitty
In a dark ass basement, where the fuck is she?
Probably upstairs with her cats, watching Sex and the City
I need to break free, come on now, Webby be widdy
See my pants on the ground and I grab 'em with my foot
Kick 'em up to where my hands are at, let's get ourselves a look
What do you know, I got an adderal up in my left pocket
So I popped it, (da dada dadah) don't need a locksmith
Rip those cuffs off like Kong in captivity
Put my socks on and hear "No, you can't freaking leave, you're all mine"
"Crazy ass bitch, are you kidding me?"
Then she pulled a steak knife out and tried sticking me
I ran around and then I sprinted up the fucking stairs
Still wearing only my socks, not even my underwear
She's chasing me and I can't remember where the door is
She made it to the kitchen, throwing silverware a fork hit
My bare dick - then I took a spoon to my left nut
"You wanna play bitch, okay, well guess what?"
But I had nothing to follow that statement
So I started to charge her at the full speed buttnaked

I met a girl once, her name was Susie
Little did I know that she already knew me
I got a number and I hollered in a few weeks
Unaware she was a bad shit groupie
Went to her house, tryna get some gucci
Had a drink and I started feeling woozy
Then I realized, I got roofied
And I just thought we'd get some dinner and a movie

I was halfway to her then her cats start attacking me
Swiping at my penis, jumping on my back scratching me
Grab 'em by the tail, and I swung 'em like some nun-chucks
Ron Jeremy style, beat those pussies the fuck up
"Don't hurt my fucking cats, I'll kill you, I really will yo"
Then I tackled her ass through a glass window
We fell down, she looked around and grabbed a sharp glass shard
And stabbed me in the ribs, then she stabbed me in the abs hard
Then she broke away, I started bleeding out
And I seen her runnin' towards the fucking neighbours house
Grabbed a stick up off the lawn and threw it hard
Done, she stumbled, tripped and fell face down in the neighbours garden
Caught up to this bitch, step up in some mud and slipped
Laying in the grass "someone call 9-1-1 quick"
Looked and seen Susie knocked out on a damn tomato plant
Neighbours calling cops and reporting a crazy naked man
Drag myself bleedin' right up to the driveway
Got quick in my car and hit top speed on the highway
Made it to the hospital, bloody, nude and exhausted
Almost didn't make it, the doctor just couldn't call it
But I did and I never heard from Susie again
Now I'll never touch another fucking groupie again
Never be that fucking thirsty for the gucci again
And meet a chick for dinner and a fucking movie again

 

[fox69]

"Dirty"

"Dirty"


[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
You bite me, and I'll bite back
And I choke you, and you like that
Roll two joints and we light that
And you ain't gotta worry 'bout the price tag
And I ain't gotta ask how many dicks you've sucked
And you ain't gotta ask how many chicks I've fucked
And you ain't trynna have no kids I trust
OK then, let me grip that butt
Slow it down, but she wants it harder
Until we both sweatin' out Molly water
And with the shit I've seen, God bless any man that's got a daughter
'Cause we are looking for some lovin', boys and girls alike
And I'm no Mr. Perfect but that ass gon' learn tonight
Give it to you how you want
Whether brunette or a blonde
I'm pulling chicks like James Bond
And baby you just turn me on
Like a light switch, can't hide it, 'cause I read your mind like a psychic
And I know we get each other excited
So why not? Baby girl don't fight it
Don't fight it, and get in my whip
And you ain't gotta worry 'bout the mileage
And we headed back over to my crib
And fuck 'til we close our eyelids, baby...

[Hook: Sample]
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at you
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
One moment I have you the next you are gone

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
She got that black nail polish
Body like a goddess
What you got, I want it
And I'm a give it back good, I promise
With that cigarette between her lips
Tattoos running down her hips
You got me feeling frisky, baby, come get down with Chris
'Cause I'm a dirty dog
Yes, I'm a tramp
Girls call me a slut
Dudes call me a champ
A master of persuasion
Girl, you don't stand a chance
Full plate got 'em quickly hoppin' right out their pants
Nibble on your earlobe
How you like it, let me know
Give it to you, nice and slow
Pick up the pace and then I go
Giggitty, Giggitty, Giggitty, Giggitty
Hit it so good you won't wanna get rid of me
Hit it like thowin' a pitch up in Little League
And you'll be face down in that pillow, see
Fucking while sipping my liquor, rolling that piff in a swisher
Baby, I'm big as the dipper, you better get ready 'cause Webby ain't quick on the trigger
Bang

[Hook x2: Sample]

[Outro: Sample & Chris Webby]
(So let's get dirty)
Why can't you want me like the other boys do?
(Yeah, let's get dirty)
They stare at me while I stare at you
(Hop up in my whip and let's get dirty)
Why can't I keep you safe as my own?
(Bitch, let's get dirty)
One moment I have you the next you are gone

 

[fox69]

"DJ Booth Freestyle"

"DJ Booth Freestyle"



Yeah, It's Chris Webby
203 where you at?
Yeah, it's like that
DJbooth.net (scratch that) exclusive
Let's get it poppin' (scratch that)

'Cause every time I get on the mic, and I start reciting, or writtin', I'm like a titan, ain't nobody **** with that
Poppin' vicodin, and fighting, striking, and biting, quicker than lightning every time that Webby gets up on the track
'Cause you know I done it, I kick it, pun it, and bun it, step to me and you'll get punished 'cause I'm always spittin' crack
Split a couple dutches, get blunted even though I'm so broke I had to get fronted the money for the twenty sack
Baby, I'm a killa, with microphone's who is realer? I eat em' like quesadillas every time I'm comin' through
My skin may be vanilla, but I'm iller than any other spitta you heard of recently, and that's just how I do
'Cause you know I rap it, cause havoc over the atlas, someone needs to open my brain up and tighten up the screws
Talent, yes I have it I'm magic, puff it and pass it 'cause I'm spittin' on the mic until my face is fully blue
Pick it up and drop it, I rock it no one can stop it, I pop it, lock it, no one can ever copy what he does
Rock on any topic while coppin' exotic product from the tropics that will leave me a very solid buzz
'Cause everyday I'm twistin', it's my mission for Christian to blow up like nuclear fission when I'm pullin' up the rug
From under your feet while hittin' your vision with the rhythm, kick flippin' over you motherfuckers and pullin' bud
'Cause you know I'm going and {stay} showin' you that my flowin' is potent, 'cause I am always spittin' out the truth
{Notoriety known} and white as the ocean, you could try to be...

 

[fox69]

"Do Like Me"

"Do Like Me"


[Verse 1:]
Let's go!
See it's Webby
The dude who fucked your girl last Summer
And I ain't even asked for her number, bummer
And I ain't even smash with a rubber
So if your kid look like me
Don't even ask motherfucker
Huh, you could be just like Web'
With a bottle in your hand
And a blunt to the head
Adderall (check!), shit I got my meds
But I think the doctor gave me something else instead
See I'm back again
What's happenin'
Real life Billy Madison
And you know that I be rollin'
Life of a rockstar
Until I see those fucking lights on the cop car
When I hit it (Woop Woop!) we out
Time to dip, bring a chick to my parent's house
Hit it on the tempurpedic from the back, right there
'Till I hear (Chris) Mom stay the fuck downstairs!

[Hook:]
So put your hands up, and do like me
Fill your cups up, and roll that weed
Sloppy drunk in that VIP
Ever since I had a fake ID
So put your hands up, and do like me
Wash those pills down, and feel that beat
Tat your skin up, and sag those jeans
You could be just like me

[Verse 2:]
See it's Webby
The dude who.. ah shit, that was last verse
I'm so high that I'm reading shit backwards
Jedi Master, life of a bachelor
Your girl's like salt (Why?) all up on this cracker
Walk around dizzy, with a cup full of whiskey
The next shot of Jack in front of me looking risky
Think about it quick, then I drink it more quickly
Cause fuck, everybody in the club getting tipsy!
From the booth to the track, I am here
At your frat with a beer, unlatching brassieres (uh)
And I'm feeling like I'll never go to sleep
With all this shit that's in my system
I'll be up for a week
So it's time to party like I do (I do)
Because it's all I know, I don't even try to (try to)
'Till I'm forty-five thinkin how the time flew (time flew)
With a cup of vodka and some ice cubes
Telling them to

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
We smoking
And we be drinking
And we be fucking
All like its nothing
That's all I know
Party, until we black out
And then we pass out
Then wake up like
Fucking let's do it again!
So everybody just

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Do Me"
(feat. Rotimi)

"Do Me"
(feat. Rotimi)



[Rotimi:]
Uh, hahaha, let's go
Yeah yeah (uh), yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah (uh)
Rotimi (yeah yeah),
Chris Webby (yeah yeah uh)
I'm a do me (yeah yeah uh)
See I'm a do me (yeah yeah uh)

[Chorus: Rotimi]
I don't really wanna grind no more 'cause the stress be killin' me (killin' me)
But I know I gotta reach for the top, don't stop 'cause I will achieve (will achieve)
I don't wanna be broke no more 'cause the labels can't recognize dope no more
Ay, ay ay ay ay
I gotta do me, so let me do me, I wanna do me

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
There's been a lot before me, but Webby is next
So it's about to go down, like lesbian sex
With lyricism on a level that my enemies sweat
I'll sit here and freestyle till I get my respect
I'm just a little rascal, leave 'em baffled
No hassle, skin tone white as Eddie Haskell (haha)
Webby spit it, you know he did it
Move too fast, no speed limit
Stay blasted, rollin' up a quarter
Poster boy for Attention Deficit Disorder
Jump the racial border, "a white kid rappin'
And he's from the suburbs too? Damn, what happened? "
Smooth as butter, never known to stutter
All about my green, I'm a fuckin' tree hugger
Lyrically, I'm sharper than a fresh boxcutter
That's why I'm gon' make it, word to my godmother

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Get down (down), move when I say so
I'm like Eragon, spit fuego
So tight I could sell it to Billy Mays yo
'Bout to be on top, Player 1 Halo
So what I stay broke, I'll have that money soon
Oh yes, it's comin' soon, haters just stay tuned
I'm a typhoon, you're goin' overboard
Stay high, what the fuck should I be sober for?
Haven't earned yet, but I deserve checks
What other rookie's I'll enough to come and serve vets?
No matter how sticky the purp gets
I'll be pullin' stunts like Rob Dyrdek
Has it occurred yet that I'm dope, murder a track
'Bout to take the game over it's as simple as that
And if these damn labels couldn't understand that
Finito, I'm done, press rewind on a track, like that

[Chorus]

I wanna do me [x5]