"In My Baggie" lyrics
Chris Webby & Scott Storch Lyrics
They say I'm back in my baggie so catch a whiff on the breeze
Couple pills in my pocket, a couple tricks up my sleeve
Magic mushrooms and Addy's, some Molly, crystals and trees
Yeah, whatever you wanted, I got that shit that you need
I'm still chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
I'm back in my baggie (And now I'm back on my shit)
Way back when I was like twelve
Takin' mom's pills from up off the shelf
Been a little fucked up ever since, oh well
I'm a little autistic, they couldn't even tell (Yeah)
I was in the classroom sniffin' on markers
'Til I found the whippets and they hit a little harder
Went to cocaine, my pupils got larger
But somethin' in my brain just kept takin' it further (Yeah)
Now they say a dose of my drugs alone can kill elephants
Ketamine, X and Dextroamphetamine
While I'm in the bubble bath, yellin', "fly pelican, fly"
The Scarface of these pharmaceutical medicines
Underground veteran, bad to my skeleton
Turnin' everything you hold dear into venison
Payin' my tab with a rolled up benjamin
Doin' lines off of girls tits like a gentleman
Livin' my life in the penalty box
Offended a lot, but here we come, ready or not
When Webby has got the mid, bass, treble, it'll knock
So hard you'll break every vertebrae in your neck when it drops
When the rap game Boogeyman pullin' up slow
Smoke in the air, bag full of that blow
Catch a contact from the words I flow, y'all know
They say I'm back in my baggie so catch a whiff on the breeze
Couple pills in my pocket, a couple tricks up my sleeve
Magic mushrooms and Addy's, some Molly, crystals and trees
Yeah, whatever you wanted, I got that shit that you need
I'm still chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
I'm back in my baggie (And now I'm back on my shit)
By twenty-one I don't think
I cared much that I could legally drink
'Cause I was on acid bumpin' that Pink
Floyd in that void and takin' it to the brink
And poppin' another pill and crushin' a fat line
And keepin' the blinds down and losin' track of the time
Is my heart beatin' like this a bad sign?
Nah, I'm fine
Just take a couple real deep breaths, I'ma be okay
Guess I shoulda listened to my teachers, aye?
I would say Big Pharma's the one to blame
But let's be real, I'd be on drugs either way
I'm a neurodivergent, my brain is surgin'
With an urge to wreak havoc, burn some herb
And go sleep, go dumb with the smoke in the lungs (Yeah)
Webby's on one, I swerve in third person
Hope there ain't no fentanyl in it
But if I'm not dead in four minutes
I'd like to remind you that I'm still king
And you only in the game 'cause I'm lettin' y'all in it
Adderall crushed down, lined up, locked in
You don't want it with the rap Hunter S. Thompson
Brain got a buzz and the blood full of toxins
They say I'm back in my baggie so catch a whiff on the breeze
Couple pills in my pocket, a couple tricks up my sleeve
Magic mushrooms and Addy's, some Molly, crystals and trees
Yeah, whatever you wanted, I got that shit that you need
I'm still chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
I'm back in my baggie (And now I'm back on my shit)
Couple pills in my pocket, a couple tricks up my sleeve
Magic mushrooms and Addy's, some Molly, crystals and trees
Yeah, whatever you wanted, I got that shit that you need
I'm still chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
I'm back in my baggie (And now I'm back on my shit)
Way back when I was like twelve
Takin' mom's pills from up off the shelf
Been a little fucked up ever since, oh well
I'm a little autistic, they couldn't even tell (Yeah)
I was in the classroom sniffin' on markers
'Til I found the whippets and they hit a little harder
Went to cocaine, my pupils got larger
But somethin' in my brain just kept takin' it further (Yeah)
Now they say a dose of my drugs alone can kill elephants
Ketamine, X and Dextroamphetamine
While I'm in the bubble bath, yellin', "fly pelican, fly"
The Scarface of these pharmaceutical medicines
Underground veteran, bad to my skeleton
Turnin' everything you hold dear into venison
Payin' my tab with a rolled up benjamin
Doin' lines off of girls tits like a gentleman
Livin' my life in the penalty box
Offended a lot, but here we come, ready or not
When Webby has got the mid, bass, treble, it'll knock
So hard you'll break every vertebrae in your neck when it drops
When the rap game Boogeyman pullin' up slow
Smoke in the air, bag full of that blow
Catch a contact from the words I flow, y'all know
They say I'm back in my baggie so catch a whiff on the breeze
Couple pills in my pocket, a couple tricks up my sleeve
Magic mushrooms and Addy's, some Molly, crystals and trees
Yeah, whatever you wanted, I got that shit that you need
I'm still chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
I'm back in my baggie (And now I'm back on my shit)
By twenty-one I don't think
I cared much that I could legally drink
'Cause I was on acid bumpin' that Pink
Floyd in that void and takin' it to the brink
And poppin' another pill and crushin' a fat line
And keepin' the blinds down and losin' track of the time
Is my heart beatin' like this a bad sign?
Nah, I'm fine
Just take a couple real deep breaths, I'ma be okay
Guess I shoulda listened to my teachers, aye?
I would say Big Pharma's the one to blame
But let's be real, I'd be on drugs either way
I'm a neurodivergent, my brain is surgin'
With an urge to wreak havoc, burn some herb
And go sleep, go dumb with the smoke in the lungs (Yeah)
Webby's on one, I swerve in third person
Hope there ain't no fentanyl in it
But if I'm not dead in four minutes
I'd like to remind you that I'm still king
And you only in the game 'cause I'm lettin' y'all in it
Adderall crushed down, lined up, locked in
You don't want it with the rap Hunter S. Thompson
Brain got a buzz and the blood full of toxins
They say I'm back in my baggie so catch a whiff on the breeze
Couple pills in my pocket, a couple tricks up my sleeve
Magic mushrooms and Addy's, some Molly, crystals and trees
Yeah, whatever you wanted, I got that shit that you need
I'm still chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm still chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
I'm back in my baggie (And now I'm back on my shit)
