Ab-Soul - Gone Insane lyrics

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Verse 1:

I feel like, I'm affiliated with, the illuminati, bitch

All seein' fuckin eye , this is your enlightenment

I'm lightin' this, fire my supplier always like to get

Higher than I've ever been these heights are mighty frightening

Throw ya hands up as if you wanna strike like lightening

Don't shoot, you can't fight a viking on vicodin

Can you? Hmmmm I would like to see you try it then

I be eatin' rappers that's the only way I'm bitin' them

That was yummy yummy, dummy dummy, nothing's funny funny

Give a bitch a sippy sippy, then I get some sucky sucky

Sucky sucky now, think the nigga must be lucky lucky

She's such a doll, I guess that makes me Chucky

Wassup with ya'll other than nothing at all?

Bitches lickin' my balls, you ain't nuttin' at all!

You ain't nuttin' at all

Neither am I

Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die!

I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain

I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane

Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG)

Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O

Chorus:

Grab a bitch then grab ya dick

Pop a fifth and have a sip

Smoke a blunt, pop a pill

Fly nigga, fly nigga

Party every single night

Mingle with a nigga wife

Doggone, we all gone

Die nigga, die nigga

Verse 2:

Life's a bitch, but she won't let me hit

So I just masturbate to her naked flicks

I ain't got change for a dolla, but I think I'm making sense

I do resemble my father, but do I really know I'm his?

Sometimes I like to go on a tangent of random shit

Stay with a black and mild and a handful of acid tips

Skywalker in the blunt, Darth Vader in the cup

You don't get lifted with us, your elevators stuck

I never gave a fuck, my name never came up

But now that I done came up, I think I'm King Tut

I told Punch I'd probably get assassinated by the government

He probably think I'm sniffin' cocaine and some other shit

I'm on some other shit, Black Hippie ho!

Yippy ka yeee, Yippy ka yoo

Tilt ya head you see me in the sky

Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die!

I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain

I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane

Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG)

Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O

Chorus:

Grab a bitch then grab ya dick

Pop a fifth and have a sip

Smoke a blunt, pop a pill

Fly nigga, fly nigga

Party every single night

Mingle with a nigga wife

Doggone, we all gone

Die nigga, die nigga

Verse 3:

Drownin' in Moscato, popular pothead

Feel like I hit the lotto, and I just got head

From a famous model (who?), Gloria Valez

Lusting for Cubana's culo you know what it is

I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, experience my fate

All I'm missin' is a band of gypsies and some purple haze

But now it's OG Kush and Ayiro(pronounced Arrow) instrumentals

No need to insinuate, miss me with the innuendo

Ya outlooks lousy someone needs a new window

Ima win I just don't know when though you bimbos know what you in for some info to make you exercise your mental

A seed small as my pinkie can be your weeping willow

I'm so ill I'm held hostage at a hospital

Doin' it big like not little

Tivo the revolution when it's televised

Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die!

I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, I think I'm Kurt Cobain

I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane

Someone take this gun, before I blow out my brains (BANG)

Ab-Soul, and A-Y-I-R-O

Chorus:

Grab a bitch then grab ya dick

Pop a fifth and have a sip

Smoke a blunt, pop a pill

Fly nigga, fly nigga

Party every single night

Mingle with a nigga wife

Doggone, we all gone

Die nigga, die nigga

Thanks to BlaqOrpheus for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Kyle_e for correcting these lyrics