"Mason Jar" lyrics
Inpatient (Ren & Chris Webby) Lyrics
[Chris Webby:]
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Cuttin' ketamine with a Home Depot card
And it's got me on a wa-a-a-ave
Quarter ounce and a mushroom chocolate bar
Yeah, it's got me on a wa-a-a-a-ave
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Yeah, we're so high that JP forgot how to make beats
Now he's drummin' on a mason jar
Yeah, I line up that kitty cat
Pretty fat then I'm sniffin' that
Light a ciggy, some sticky
Then sip some whiskey to piggy back
The effects as they get to me
I've perfected the recipe
With some acid for microdosin', some excellent ecstasy
Go on Banjo-Kazooie
I got some Tusi to boost me
I cop some ket up in Canada with them loonies and toonies
I'm in a room with some groupies and that cocaine on the plate
That I microwaved for twenty-eight seconds and gave 'em a taste
I cut a gator for later, break up and rollin' the reefer
Stoned to the mean and eatin' pizza, playin' Ghost of Tsushima
The graphics so realistic I feel like I'm in Japan
On ketamine like a horse, them crystals are finer than sand
Just when I thought I was zooted, JP been raisin' the bar
Went from playin' guitar
Now he's fuckin' bangin' on jars
He's taken so many bong rips, it's blasted him higher
But honestly this beat is actually fire
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Cuttin' ketamine with a Home Depot card
And it's got me on a wa-a-a-ave
Quarter ounce and a mushroom chocolate bar
Yeah, it's got me on a wa-a-a-a-ave
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Yeah, we're so high that JP forgot how to make beats
Now he's drummin' on a mason jar
[Ren:]
Sometimes Sick Boi gets so lazy
Smoking cabby, kush get wavy
Sometimes labels act so shady
That's my song, now fuck you, pay me
Huh-uh, never bite the hand that gives, motherfucker
I know cartoons like the Moomin's mother (oooh)
Bulletproof bars, bullets bounce back sucka
Brrrraah, click-clack and recover
My brother, compadre, amigo
Pass me the spliff and I hit like a free throw
Last place kid gettin' high, watch your peep show
Scratch that itch in the belly when she deepthroat
Mmhmm, the Sick Boi so vulgar
Too old to mature when I'm older
Hold this spliff, let JP take over
I'm so cooked, I need to get sober
I never made a verse this high
Webby, man, I think I'm gonna die
I need to lie down with the lights out, time out
About to pass out on the couch
I'm not fuckin' about
'Cause I'm trippin' for Britain
The curtains are drippin'
The music, the music, the music is skippin'
Feel so sick, my stomach kickflippin'
One more hit man, fuck it, we're livin'
[Chris Webby:]
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Cuttin' ketamine with a Home Depot card
And it's got me on a wa-a-a-ave
Quarter ounce and a mushroom chocolate bar
Yeah, it's got me on a wa-a-a-a-ave
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Yeah, we're so high that JP forgot how to make beats
Now he's drummin' on a mason jar
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Cuttin' ketamine with a Home Depot card
And it's got me on a wa-a-a-ave
Quarter ounce and a mushroom chocolate bar
Yeah, it's got me on a wa-a-a-a-ave
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Yeah, we're so high that JP forgot how to make beats
Now he's drummin' on a mason jar
Yeah, I line up that kitty cat
Pretty fat then I'm sniffin' that
Light a ciggy, some sticky
Then sip some whiskey to piggy back
The effects as they get to me
I've perfected the recipe
With some acid for microdosin', some excellent ecstasy
Go on Banjo-Kazooie
I got some Tusi to boost me
I cop some ket up in Canada with them loonies and toonies
I'm in a room with some groupies and that cocaine on the plate
That I microwaved for twenty-eight seconds and gave 'em a taste
I cut a gator for later, break up and rollin' the reefer
Stoned to the mean and eatin' pizza, playin' Ghost of Tsushima
The graphics so realistic I feel like I'm in Japan
On ketamine like a horse, them crystals are finer than sand
Just when I thought I was zooted, JP been raisin' the bar
Went from playin' guitar
Now he's fuckin' bangin' on jars
He's taken so many bong rips, it's blasted him higher
But honestly this beat is actually fire
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Cuttin' ketamine with a Home Depot card
And it's got me on a wa-a-a-ave
Quarter ounce and a mushroom chocolate bar
Yeah, it's got me on a wa-a-a-a-ave
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Yeah, we're so high that JP forgot how to make beats
Now he's drummin' on a mason jar
[Ren:]
Sometimes Sick Boi gets so lazy
Smoking cabby, kush get wavy
Sometimes labels act so shady
That's my song, now fuck you, pay me
Huh-uh, never bite the hand that gives, motherfucker
I know cartoons like the Moomin's mother (oooh)
Bulletproof bars, bullets bounce back sucka
Brrrraah, click-clack and recover
My brother, compadre, amigo
Pass me the spliff and I hit like a free throw
Last place kid gettin' high, watch your peep show
Scratch that itch in the belly when she deepthroat
Mmhmm, the Sick Boi so vulgar
Too old to mature when I'm older
Hold this spliff, let JP take over
I'm so cooked, I need to get sober
I never made a verse this high
Webby, man, I think I'm gonna die
I need to lie down with the lights out, time out
About to pass out on the couch
I'm not fuckin' about
'Cause I'm trippin' for Britain
The curtains are drippin'
The music, the music, the music is skippin'
Feel so sick, my stomach kickflippin'
One more hit man, fuck it, we're livin'
[Chris Webby:]
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Cuttin' ketamine with a Home Depot card
And it's got me on a wa-a-a-ave
Quarter ounce and a mushroom chocolate bar
Yeah, it's got me on a wa-a-a-a-ave
I've been on a wa-a-a-ave
Yeah, we're so high that JP forgot how to make beats
Now he's drummin' on a mason jar
