[{"id":31255465,"name":"Dopamine","trackName":"Dopamine","artistName":"Chris Webby","albumName":"Chemically Imbalanced (Special Expanded Edition)","duration":356.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm just tryna' get my fix\nDopamine, dopamine\nThat I'm on, that I want\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nDopamine, dopamine\n\nSee dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy\nSo, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me\nAnd me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit\nEvery night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\nFresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\nThat smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\nBreak it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\nPop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\nGoin' commando in a pair of sweats\nReruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\nAnd that dopamine be flowin' on stage\nFeel it every time that shit is goin' my way\nIt's chillin' with your best homies\nThe spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\nAny time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\nSo my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nThat bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\nI hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\nI'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\nInto a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\nWalk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\nWake up, when they go to bed\nGot these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\nLife is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\nTryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\nGoodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\nThese niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\nLyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\nTryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\nRush of that adrenaline is my medicine\nMy fuel is my kerosene\nYou ever live the life of a heretic?\nThat, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nBitch on my lap, gyratin'\nLoud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\nHigh as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\nAnnihilatin' some kind of [?]\nThat's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\nAnd the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[?] lie in your basement\nArise in the pavement\nJust to arrive from inside of a spaceship\nThat fix\nI'm suppose to dream\nI chase Hennessey with dopamine\nThis is dope\nI mean, I ain't sober\nPromethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\nMy momma cookin'? Encore\nThe family members I die for\nThe two beautiful kids I stay alive for\nPlus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\nThat fix\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nLet me put you down, with some realness\nYou feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\nFeelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\nHigher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\nWith that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\nWith the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\nThe smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\nWe arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\nWe [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\nThe fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\nToast at the table when we celebrate our -----\nRoar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\nWhere the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\nIt's a presentation and we hope you see\nYou're in need of that dopamine\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nYeah, Truth spit game, murda'\nShoulda' been ----- on it\nCausing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\nHaters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\nMoney, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\nI'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\nAnd ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\nI hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\nNo, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\nI best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\nAnd I ain't tryn'\nI'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\nHit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\nJust like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\nI might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\nAnd burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\nSay ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\nGet tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.82] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[00:02.14] Dopamine, dopamine\n[00:12.18] That I'm on, that I want\n[00:17.05] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[00:19.34] Dopamine, dopamine\n[00:23.43] See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy\n[00:26.68] So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me\n[00:29.75] And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n[00:31.55] Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n[00:34.77] Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n[00:37.92] That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n[00:41.11] Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n[00:43.81] Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n[00:47.04] Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n[00:50.16] Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n[00:53.32] And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n[00:55.52] Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n[00:58.73] It's chillin' with your best homies\n[01:00.11] The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n[01:04.17] Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n[01:06.82] So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n[01:10.03] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:15.03] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[01:18.28] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[01:20.45] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[01:23.19] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[01:26.34] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[01:28.19] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:32.27] That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n[01:34.58] I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n[01:36.38] I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n[01:39.00] Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n[01:41.73] Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n[01:46.27] Wake up, when they go to bed\n[01:47.66] Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n[01:50.36] Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n[01:53.01] Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n[01:56.24] Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n[01:58.92] These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n[02:02.57] Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n[02:06.11] Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n[02:07.95] Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n[02:09.78] My fuel is my kerosene\n[02:11.53] You ever live the life of a heretic?\n[02:13.49] That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n[02:18.85] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[02:20.66] Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n[02:22.91] Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n[02:26.18] High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n[02:28.87] Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n[02:31.59] That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n[02:34.21] And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[02:37.41] [?] lie in your basement\n[02:38.82] Arise in the pavement\n[02:40.19] Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n[02:42.46] That fix\n[02:43.32] I'm suppose to dream\n[02:45.13] I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n[02:48.35] This is dope\n[02:49.20] I mean, I ain't sober\n[02:50.11] Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n[02:53.74] My momma cookin'? Encore\n[02:57.40] The family members I die for\n[03:00.54] The two beautiful kids I stay alive for\n[03:03.72] Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\n[03:05.57] That fix\n[03:06.41] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:10.23] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[03:13.92] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[03:16.23] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[03:19.31] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[03:22.14] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[03:23.48] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:28.40] Let me put you down, with some realness\n[03:31.88] You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\n[03:35.48] Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\n[03:37.65] Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\n[03:40.44] With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\n[03:46.29] With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\n[03:49.04] The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\n[03:52.11] We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\n[03:54.89] We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\n[03:57.55] The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\n[04:00.22] Toast at the table when we celebrate our -----\n[04:03.42] Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\n[04:06.24] Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\n[04:08.98] It's a presentation and we hope you see\n[04:11.64] You're in need of that dopamine\n[04:13.98] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[04:15.74] Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'\n[04:17.14] Shoulda' been ----- on it\n[04:18.49] Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\n[04:20.80] Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\n[04:23.45] Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\n[04:27.05] I'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\n[04:29.81] And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\n[04:32.03] I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\n[04:34.36] No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\n[04:37.15] I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\n[04:39.85] And I ain't tryn'\n[04:41.10] I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\n[04:43.46] Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\n[04:47.00] Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\n[04:49.79] I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\n[04:52.36] And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\n[04:55.18] Say ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\n[04:58.37] Get tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n[05:01.12] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:06.12] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[05:09.77] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[05:11.56] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[05:14.74] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[05:17.26] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[05:19.52] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:24.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dopamine\n  artist: Chris Webby\n  album: Chemically Imbalanced (Special Expanded Edition)\n  duration_ms: 356000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  start_ms: 820\n  end_ms: 2140\n- text: Dopamine, dopamine\n  start_ms: 2140\n  end_ms: 12180\n- text: That I'm on, that I want\n  start_ms: 12180\n  end_ms: 17050\n- text: I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  start_ms: 17050\n  end_ms: 19340\n- text: Dopamine, dopamine\n  start_ms: 19340\n  end_ms: 23430\n- text: See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy\n  start_ms: 23430\n  end_ms: 26680\n- text: So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me\n  start_ms: 26680\n  end_ms: 29750\n- text: And me? 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\nEvery night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\nFresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\nThat smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\nBreak it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\nPop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\nGoin' commando in a pair of sweats\nReruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\nAnd that dopamine be flowin' on stage\nFeel it every time that shit is goin' my way\nIt's chillin' with your best homies\nThe spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\nAny time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\nSo my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nThat bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\nI hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\nI'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\nInto a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\nWalk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\nWake up, when they go to bed\nGot these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\nLife is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\nTryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\nGoodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\nThese niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\nLyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\nTryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\nRush of that adrenaline is my medicine\nMy fuel is my kerosene\nYou ever live the life of a heretic?\nThat, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nBitch on my lap, gyratin'\nLoud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\nHigh as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\nAnnihilatin' some kind of [?]\nThat's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\nAnd the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[?] lie in your basement\nArise in the pavement\nJust to arrive from inside of a spaceship\nThat fix\nI'm suppose to dream\nI chase Hennessey with dopamine\nThis is dope\nI mean, I ain't sober\nPromethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\nMy momma cookin'? 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n[00:31.55] Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n[00:34.77] Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n[00:37.92] That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n[00:41.11] Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n[00:43.81] Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n[00:47.04] Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n[00:50.16] Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n[00:53.32] And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n[00:55.52] Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n[00:58.73] It's chillin' with your best homies\n[01:00.11] The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n[01:04.17] Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n[01:06.82] So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n[01:10.03] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:15.03] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[01:18.28] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[01:20.45] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[01:23.19] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[01:26.34] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[01:28.19] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:32.27] That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n[01:34.58] I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n[01:36.38] I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n[01:39.00] Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n[01:41.73] Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n[01:46.27] Wake up, when they go to bed\n[01:47.66] Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n[01:50.36] Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n[01:53.01] Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n[01:56.24] Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n[01:58.92] These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n[02:02.57] Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n[02:06.11] Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n[02:07.95] Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n[02:09.78] My fuel is my kerosene\n[02:11.53] You ever live the life of a heretic?\n[02:13.49] That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n[02:18.85] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[02:20.66] Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n[02:22.91] Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n[02:26.18] High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n[02:28.87] Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n[02:31.59] That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n[02:34.21] And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[02:37.41] [?] lie in your basement\n[02:38.82] Arise in the pavement\n[02:40.19] Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n[02:42.46] That fix\n[02:43.32] I'm suppose to dream\n[02:45.13] I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n[02:48.35] This is dope\n[02:49.20] I mean, I ain't sober\n[02:50.11] Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n[02:53.74] My momma cookin'? Encore\n[02:57.40] The family members I die for\n[03:00.54] The two beautiful kids I stay alive for\n[03:03.72] Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\n[03:05.57] That fix\n[03:06.41] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:10.23] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[03:13.92] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[03:16.23] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[03:19.31] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[03:22.14] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[03:23.48] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:28.40] Let me put you down, with some realness\n[03:31.88] You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\n[03:35.48] Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\n[03:37.65] Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\n[03:40.44] With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\n[03:46.29] With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\n[03:49.04] The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\n[03:52.11] We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\n[03:54.89] We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\n[03:57.55] The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\n[04:00.22] Toast at the table when we celebrate our -----\n[04:03.42] Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\n[04:06.24] Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\n[04:08.98] It's a presentation and we hope you see\n[04:11.64] You're in need of that dopamine\n[04:13.98] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[04:15.74] Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'\n[04:17.14] Shoulda' been ----- on it\n[04:18.49] Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\n[04:20.80] Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\n[04:23.45] Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\n[04:27.05] I'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\n[04:29.81] And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\n[04:32.03] I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\n[04:34.36] No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\n[04:37.15] I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\n[04:39.85] And I ain't tryn'\n[04:41.10] I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\n[04:43.46] Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\n[04:47.00] Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\n[04:49.79] I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\n[04:52.36] And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\n[04:55.18] Say ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\n[04:58.37] Get tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n[05:01.12] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:06.12] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[05:09.77] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[05:11.56] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[05:14.74] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[05:17.26] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[05:19.52] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:24.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dopamine\n  artist: Chris Webby\n  album: Chemically Imbalanced\n  duration_ms: 356000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  start_ms: 820\n  end_ms: 2140\n- text: Dopamine, dopamine\n  start_ms: 2140\n  end_ms: 12180\n- text: That I'm on, that I want\n  start_ms: 12180\n  end_ms: 17050\n- text: I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  start_ms: 17050\n  end_ms: 19340\n- text: Dopamine, dopamine\n  start_ms: 19340\n  end_ms: 23430\n- text: See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy\n  start_ms: 23430\n  end_ms: 26680\n- text: So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me\n  start_ms: 26680\n  end_ms: 29750\n- text: And me? 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\nEvery night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\nFresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\nThat smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\nBreak it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\nPop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\nGoin' commando in a pair of sweats\nReruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\nAnd that dopamine be flowin' on stage\nFeel it every time that shit is goin' my way\nIt's chillin' with your best homies\nThe spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\nAny time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\nSo my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nThat bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\nI hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\nI'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\nInto a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\nWalk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\nWake up, when they go to bed\nGot these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\nLife is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\nTryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\nGoodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\nThese niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\nLyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\nTryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\nRush of that adrenaline is my medicine\nMy fuel is my kerosene\nYou ever live the life of a heretic?\nThat, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nBitch on my lap, gyratin'\nLoud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\nHigh as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\nAnnihilatin' some kind of [?]\nThat's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\nAnd the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[?] lie in your basement\nArise in the pavement\nJust to arrive from inside of a spaceship\nThat fix\nI'm suppose to dream\nI chase Hennessey with dopamine\nThis is dope\nI mean, I ain't sober\nPromethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\nMy momma cookin'? 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n[00:31.55] Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n[00:34.77] Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n[00:37.92] That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n[00:41.11] Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n[00:43.81] Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n[00:47.04] Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n[00:50.16] Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n[00:53.32] And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n[00:55.52] Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n[00:58.73] It's chillin' with your best homies\n[01:00.11] The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n[01:04.17] Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n[01:06.82] So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n[01:10.03] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:15.03] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[01:18.28] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[01:20.45] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[01:23.19] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[01:26.34] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[01:28.19] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:32.27] That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n[01:34.58] I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n[01:36.38] I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n[01:39.00] Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n[01:41.73] Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n[01:46.27] Wake up, when they go to bed\n[01:47.66] Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n[01:50.36] Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n[01:53.01] Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n[01:56.24] Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n[01:58.92] These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n[02:02.57] Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n[02:06.11] Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n[02:07.95] Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n[02:09.78] My fuel is my kerosene\n[02:11.53] You ever live the life of a heretic?\n[02:13.49] That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n[02:18.85] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[02:20.66] Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n[02:22.91] Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n[02:26.18] High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n[02:28.87] Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n[02:31.59] That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n[02:34.21] And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[02:37.41] [?] lie in your basement\n[02:38.82] Arise in the pavement\n[02:40.19] Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n[02:42.46] That fix\n[02:43.32] I'm suppose to dream\n[02:45.13] I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n[02:48.35] This is dope\n[02:49.20] I mean, I ain't sober\n[02:50.11] Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n[02:53.74] My momma cookin'? Encore\n[02:57.40] The family members I die for\n[03:00.54] The two beautiful kids I stay alive for\n[03:03.72] Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\n[03:05.57] That fix\n[03:06.41] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:10.23] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[03:13.92] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[03:16.23] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[03:19.31] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[03:22.14] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[03:23.48] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:28.40] Let me put you down, with some realness\n[03:31.88] You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\n[03:35.48] Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\n[03:37.65] Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\n[03:40.44] With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\n[03:46.29] With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\n[03:49.04] The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\n[03:52.11] We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\n[03:54.89] We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\n[03:57.55] The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\n[04:00.22] Toast at the table when we celebrate our -----\n[04:03.42] Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\n[04:06.24] Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\n[04:08.98] It's a presentation and we hope you see\n[04:11.64] You're in need of that dopamine\n[04:13.98] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[04:15.74] Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'\n[04:17.14] Shoulda' been ----- on it\n[04:18.49] Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\n[04:20.80] Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\n[04:23.45] Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\n[04:27.05] I'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\n[04:29.81] And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\n[04:32.03] I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\n[04:34.36] No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\n[04:37.15] I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\n[04:39.85] And I ain't tryn'\n[04:41.10] I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\n[04:43.46] Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\n[04:47.00] Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\n[04:49.79] I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\n[04:52.36] And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\n[04:55.18] Say ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\n[04:58.37] Get tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n[05:01.12] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:06.12] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[05:09.77] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[05:11.56] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[05:14.74] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[05:17.26] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[05:19.52] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:24.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dopamine feat. 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\nEvery night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\nFresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\nThat smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\nBreak it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\nPop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\nGoin' commando in a pair of sweats\nReruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\nAnd that dopamine be flowin' on stage\nFeel it every time that shit is goin' my way\nIt's chillin' with your best homies\nThe spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\nAny time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\nSo my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nThat bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\nI hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\nI'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\nInto a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\nWalk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\nWake up, when they go to bed\nGot these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\nLife is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\nTryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\nGoodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\nThese niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\nLyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\nTryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\nRush of that adrenaline is my medicine\nMy fuel is my kerosene\nYou ever live the life of a heretic?\nThat, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nBitch on my lap, gyratin'\nLoud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\nHigh as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\nAnnihilatin' some kind of [?]\nThat's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\nAnd the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[?] lie in your basement\nArise in the pavement\nJust to arrive from inside of a spaceship\nThat fix\nI'm suppose to dream\nI chase Hennessey with dopamine\nThis is dope\nI mean, I ain't sober\nPromethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\nMy momma cookin'? 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n[00:31.55] Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n[00:34.77] Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n[00:37.92] That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n[00:41.11] Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n[00:43.81] Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n[00:47.04] Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n[00:50.16] Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n[00:53.32] And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n[00:55.52] Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n[00:58.73] It's chillin' with your best homies\n[01:00.11] The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n[01:04.17] Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n[01:06.82] So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n[01:10.03] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:15.03] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[01:18.28] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[01:20.45] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[01:23.19] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[01:26.34] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[01:28.19] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:32.27] That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n[01:34.58] I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n[01:36.38] I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n[01:39.00] Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n[01:41.73] Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n[01:46.27] Wake up, when they go to bed\n[01:47.66] Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n[01:50.36] Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n[01:53.01] Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n[01:56.24] Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n[01:58.92] These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n[02:02.57] Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n[02:06.11] Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n[02:07.95] Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n[02:09.78] My fuel is my kerosene\n[02:11.53] You ever live the life of a heretic?\n[02:13.49] That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n[02:18.85] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[02:20.66] Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n[02:22.91] Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n[02:26.18] High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n[02:28.87] Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n[02:31.59] That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n[02:34.21] And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[02:37.41] [?] lie in your basement\n[02:38.82] Arise in the pavement\n[02:40.19] Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n[02:42.46] That fix\n[02:43.32] I'm suppose to dream\n[02:45.13] I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n[02:48.35] This is dope\n[02:49.20] I mean, I ain't sober\n[02:50.11] Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n[02:53.74] My momma cookin'? Encore\n[02:57.40] The family members I die for\n[03:00.54] The two beautiful kids I stay alive for\n[03:03.72] Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\n[03:05.57] That fix\n[03:06.41] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:10.23] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[03:13.92] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[03:16.23] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[03:19.31] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[03:22.14] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[03:23.48] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:28.40] Let me put you down, with some realness\n[03:31.88] You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\n[03:35.48] Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\n[03:37.65] Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\n[03:40.44] With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\n[03:46.29] With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\n[03:49.04] The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\n[03:52.11] We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\n[03:54.89] We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\n[03:57.55] The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\n[04:00.22] Toast at the table when we celebrate our -----\n[04:03.42] Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\n[04:06.24] Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\n[04:08.98] It's a presentation and we hope you see\n[04:11.64] You're in need of that dopamine\n[04:13.98] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[04:15.74] Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'\n[04:17.14] Shoulda' been ----- on it\n[04:18.49] Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\n[04:20.80] Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\n[04:23.45] Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\n[04:27.05] I'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\n[04:29.81] And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\n[04:32.03] I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\n[04:34.36] No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\n[04:37.15] I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\n[04:39.85] And I ain't tryn'\n[04:41.10] I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\n[04:43.46] Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\n[04:47.00] Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\n[04:49.79] I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\n[04:52.36] And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\n[04:55.18] Say ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\n[04:58.37] Get tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n[05:01.12] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:06.12] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[05:09.77] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[05:11.56] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[05:14.74] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[05:17.26] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[05:19.52] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:24.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dopamine (feat. 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\nEvery night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\nFresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\nThat smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\nBreak it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\nPop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\nGoin' commando in a pair of sweats\nReruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\nAnd that dopamine be flowin' on stage\nFeel it every time that shit is goin' my way\nIt's chillin' with your best homies\nThe spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\nAny time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\nSo my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nThat bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\nI hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\nI'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\nInto a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\nWalk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\nWake up, when they go to bed\nGot these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\nLife is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\nTryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\nGoodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\nThese niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\nLyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\nTryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\nRush of that adrenaline is my medicine\nMy fuel is my kerosene\nYou ever live the life of a heretic?\nThat, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nBitch on my lap, gyratin'\nLoud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\nHigh as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\nAnnihilatin' some kind of [?]\nThat's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\nAnd the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[?] lie in your basement\nArise in the pavement\nJust to arrive from inside of a spaceship\nThat fix\nI'm suppose to dream\nI chase Hennessey with dopamine\nThis is dope\nI mean, I ain't sober\nPromethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\nMy momma cookin'? 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n[00:31.53] Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n[00:34.78] Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n[00:37.93] That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n[00:41.10] Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n[00:43.82] Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n[00:47.03] Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n[00:50.18] Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n[00:53.37] And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n[00:55.55] Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n[00:58.79] It's chillin' with your best homies\n[01:00.13] The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n[01:04.17] Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n[01:06.86] So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n[01:10.05] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:15.03] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[01:18.26] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[01:20.44] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[01:23.10] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[01:26.36] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[01:28.17] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:32.21] That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n[01:34.58] I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n[01:36.35] I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n[01:39.01] Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n[01:41.73] Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n[01:46.21] Wake up, when they go to bed\n[01:47.67] Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n[01:50.39] Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n[01:53.09] Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n[01:56.29] Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n[01:58.92] These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n[02:02.53] Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n[02:06.18] Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n[02:07.95] Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n[02:09.74] My fuel is my kerosene\n[02:11.50] You ever live the life of a heretic?\n[02:13.49] That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n[02:18.82] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[02:20.69] Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n[02:22.95] Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n[02:26.12] High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n[02:28.81] Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n[02:31.52] That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n[02:34.29] And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[02:37.48] [?] lie in your basement\n[02:38.85] Arise in the pavement\n[02:40.14] Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n[02:42.42] That fix\n[02:43.35] I'm suppose to dream\n[02:45.10] I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n[02:48.38] This is dope\n[02:49.26] I mean, I ain't sober\n[02:50.18] Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n[02:53.74] My momma cookin'? Encore\n[02:57.48] The family members I die for\n[03:00.52] The two beautiful kids I stay alive for\n[03:03.75] Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\n[03:05.56] That fix\n[03:06.41] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:10.25] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[03:13.95] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[03:16.23] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[03:19.38] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[03:22.14] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[03:23.49] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:28.42] Let me put you down, with some realness\n[03:31.84] You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\n[03:35.48] Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\n[03:37.65] Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\n[03:40.43] With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\n[03:46.23] With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\n[03:49.08] The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\n[03:52.15] We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\n[03:54.85] We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\n[03:57.57] The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\n[04:00.22] Toast at the table when we celebrate our -----\n[04:03.41] Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\n[04:06.21] Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\n[04:08.94] It's a presentation and we hope you see\n[04:11.66] You're in need of that dopamine\n[04:13.92] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[04:15.72] Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'\n[04:17.13] Shoulda' been ----- on it\n[04:18.41] Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\n[04:20.77] Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\n[04:23.42] Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\n[04:27.04] I'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\n[04:29.83] And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\n[04:32.08] I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\n[04:34.35] No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\n[04:37.09] I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\n[04:39.84] And I ain't tryn'\n[04:41.19] I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\n[04:43.47] Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\n[04:47.08] Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\n[04:49.78] I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\n[04:52.40] And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\n[04:55.13] Say ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\n[04:58.37] Get tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n[05:01.17] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:06.16] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[05:09.71] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[05:11.54] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[05:14.72] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[05:17.27] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[05:19.51] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:24.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dopamine (feat. 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\nEvery night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\nFresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\nThat smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\nBreak it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\nPop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\nGoin' commando in a pair of sweats\nReruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\nAnd that dopamine be flowin' on stage\nFeel it every time that shit is goin' my way\nIt's chillin' with your best homies\nThe spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\nAny time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\nSo my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nThat bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\nI hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\nI'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\nInto a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\nWalk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\nWake up, when they go to bed\nGot these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\nLife is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\nTryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\nGoodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\nThese niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\nLyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\nTryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\nRush of that adrenaline is my medicine\nMy fuel is my kerosene\nYou ever live the life of a heretic?\nThat, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nBitch on my lap, gyratin'\nLoud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\nHigh as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\nAnnihilatin' some kind of [?]\nThat's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\nAnd the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[?] lie in your basement\nArise in the pavement\nJust to arrive from inside of a spaceship\nThat fix\nI'm suppose to dream\nI chase Hennessey with dopamine\nThis is dope\nI mean, I ain't sober\nPromethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\nMy momma cookin'? 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n  Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n  Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n  That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n  Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n  Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n  Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n  Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n  And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n  Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n  It's chillin' with your best homies\n  The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n  Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n  So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n  If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n  And everything is how it's suppose to be\n  And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n  Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\n  That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n  I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n  I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n  Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n  Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n  Wake up, when they go to bed\n  Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n  Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n  Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n  Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n  These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n  Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n  Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n  Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n  My fuel is my kerosene\n  You ever live the life of a heretic?\n  That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n\n  Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n  Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n  High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n  Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n  That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n  And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n  [?] lie in your basement\n  Arise in the pavement\n  Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n  That fix\n  I'm suppose to dream\n  I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n  This is dope\n  I mean, I ain't sober\n  Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n  My momma cookin'? Encore\n  The family members I die for\n  The two beautiful kids I stay alive for\n  Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\n  That fix\n\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n  If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n  And everything is how it's suppose to be\n  And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n  Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\n  Let me put you down, with some realness\n  You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\n  Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\n  Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\n  With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\n  With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\n  The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\n  We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\n  We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\n  The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\n  Toast at the table when we celebrate our -----\n  Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\n  Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\n  It's a presentation and we hope you see\n  You're in need of that dopamine\n\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n\n  Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'\n  Shoulda' been ----- on it\n  Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\n  Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\n  Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\n  I'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\n  And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\n  I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\n  No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\n  I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\n  And I ain't tryn'\n  I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\n  Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\n  Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\n  I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\n  And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\n  Say ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\n  Get tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n  If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n  And everything is how it's suppose to be\n  And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n  Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n"},{"id":10321221,"name":"Dopamine","trackName":"Dopamine","artistName":"Chris Webby feat. 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\nEvery night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\nFresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\nThat smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\nBreak it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\nPop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\nGoin' commando in a pair of sweats\nReruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\nAnd that dopamine be flowin' on stage\nFeel it every time that shit is goin' my way\nIt's chillin' with your best homies\nThe spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\nAny time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\nSo my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nThat bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\nI hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\nI'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\nInto a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\nWalk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\nWake up, when they go to bed\nGot these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\nLife is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\nTryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\nGoodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\nThese niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\nLyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\nTryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\nRush of that adrenaline is my medicine\nMy fuel is my kerosene\nYou ever live the life of a heretic?\nThat, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nBitch on my lap, gyratin'\nLoud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\nHigh as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\nAnnihilatin' some kind of [?]\nThat's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\nAnd the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[?] lie in your basement\nArise in the pavement\nJust to arrive from inside of a spaceship\nThat fix\nI'm suppose to dream\nI chase Hennessey with dopamine\nThis is dope\nI mean, I ain't sober\nPromethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\nMy momma cookin'? Encore\nThe family members I die for\nThe two beautiful kids I stay alive for\nPlus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\nThat fix\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nLet me put you down, with some realness\nYou feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\nFeelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\nHigher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\nWith that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\nWith the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\nThe smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\nWe arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\nWe [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\nThe fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\nToast at the table when we celebrate our -----\nRoar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\nWhere the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\nIt's a presentation and we hope you see\nYou're in need of that dopamine\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nYeah, Truth spit game, murda'\nShoulda' been ----- on it\nCausing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\nHaters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\nMoney, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\nI'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\nAnd ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\nI hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\nNo, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\nI best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\nAnd I ain't tryn'\nI'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\nHit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\nJust like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\nI might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\nAnd burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\nSay ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\nGet tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.82] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[00:02.14] Dopamine, dopamine\n[00:12.18] That I'm on, that I want\n[00:17.05] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[00:19.34] Dopamine, dopamine\n[00:23.43] See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy\n[00:26.68] So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me\n[00:29.75] And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n[00:31.55] Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n[00:34.77] Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n[00:37.92] That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n[00:41.11] Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n[00:43.81] Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n[00:47.04] Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n[00:50.16] Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n[00:53.32] And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n[00:55.52] Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n[00:58.73] It's chillin' with your best homies\n[01:00.11] The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n[01:04.17] Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n[01:06.82] So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n[01:10.03] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:15.03] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[01:18.28] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[01:20.45] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[01:23.19] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[01:26.34] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[01:28.19] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:32.27] That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n[01:34.58] I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n[01:36.38] I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n[01:39.00] Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n[01:41.73] Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n[01:46.27] Wake up, when they go to bed\n[01:47.66] Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n[01:50.36] Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n[01:53.01] Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n[01:56.24] Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n[01:58.92] These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n[02:02.57] Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n[02:06.11] Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n[02:07.95] Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n[02:09.78] My fuel is my kerosene\n[02:11.53] You ever live the life of a heretic?\n[02:13.49] That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n[02:18.85] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[02:20.66] Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n[02:22.91] Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n[02:26.18] High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n[02:28.87] Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n[02:31.59] That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n[02:34.21] And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[02:37.41] [?] lie in your basement\n[02:38.82] Arise in the pavement\n[02:40.19] Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n[02:42.46] That fix\n[02:43.32] I'm suppose to dream\n[02:45.13] I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n[02:48.35] This is dope\n[02:49.20] I mean, I ain't sober\n[02:50.11] Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n[02:53.74] My momma cookin'? 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n  Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n  Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n  That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n  Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n  Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n  Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n  Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n  And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n  Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n  It's chillin' with your best homies\n  The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n  Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n  So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n  If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n  And everything is how it's suppose to be\n  And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n  Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\n  That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n  I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n  I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n  Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n  Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n  Wake up, when they go to bed\n  Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n  Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n  Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n  Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n  These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n  Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n  Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n  Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n  My fuel is my kerosene\n  You ever live the life of a heretic?\n  That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n\n  Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n  Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n  High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n  Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n  That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n  And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n  [?] lie in your basement\n  Arise in the pavement\n  Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n  That fix\n  I'm suppose to dream\n  I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n  This is dope\n  I mean, I ain't sober\n  Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n  My momma cookin'? 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I get me fix from all sorts of shit\nEvery night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\nFresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\nThat smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\nBreak it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\nPop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\nGoin' commando in a pair of sweats\nReruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\nAnd that dopamine be flowin' on stage\nFeel it every time that shit is goin' my way\nIt's chillin' with your best homies\nThe spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\nAny time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\nSo my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nThat bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\nI hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\nI'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\nInto a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\nWalk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\nWake up, when they go to bed\nGot these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\nLife is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\nTryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\nGoodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\nThese niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\nLyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\nTryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\nRush of that adrenaline is my medicine\nMy fuel is my kerosene\nYou ever live the life of a heretic?\nThat, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nBitch on my lap, gyratin'\nLoud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\nHigh as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\nAnnihilatin' some kind of [?]\nThat's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\nAnd the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[?] lie in your basement\nArise in the pavement\nJust to arrive from inside of a spaceship\nThat fix\nI'm suppose to dream\nI chase Hennessey with dopamine\nThis is dope\nI mean, I ain't sober\nPromethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\nMy momma cookin'? Encore\nThe family members I die for\nThe two beautiful kids I stay alive for\nPlus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\nThat fix\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\nLet me put you down, with some realness\nYou feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\nFeelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\nHigher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\nWith that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\nWith the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\nThe smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\nWe arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\nWe [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\nThe fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\nToast at the table when we celebrate our -----\nRoar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\nWhere the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\nIt's a presentation and we hope you see\nYou're in need of that dopamine\n\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\n\nYeah, Truth spit game, murda'\nShoulda' been ----- on it\nCausing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\nHaters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\nMoney, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\nI'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\nAnd ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\nI hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\nNo, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\nI best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\nAnd I ain't tryn'\nI'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\nHit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\nJust like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\nI might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\nAnd burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\nSay ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\nGet tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\nIf you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\nAnd everything is how it's suppose to be\nAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\nWither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\nI'm just tryna' get my fix\nLet me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.82] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[00:02.14] Dopamine, dopamine\n[00:12.18] That I'm on, that I want\n[00:17.05] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[00:19.34] Dopamine, dopamine\n[00:23.43] See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy\n[00:26.68] So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me\n[00:29.75] And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n[00:31.55] Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n[00:34.77] Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n[00:37.92] That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n[00:41.11] Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n[00:43.81] Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n[00:47.04] Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n[00:50.16] Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n[00:53.32] And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n[00:55.52] Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n[00:58.73] It's chillin' with your best homies\n[01:00.11] The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n[01:04.17] Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n[01:06.82] So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n[01:10.03] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:15.03] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[01:18.28] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[01:20.45] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[01:23.19] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[01:26.34] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[01:28.19] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[01:32.27] That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n[01:34.58] I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n[01:36.38] I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n[01:39.00] Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n[01:41.73] Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n[01:46.27] Wake up, when they go to bed\n[01:47.66] Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n[01:50.36] Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n[01:53.01] Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n[01:56.24] Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n[01:58.92] These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n[02:02.57] Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n[02:06.11] Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n[02:07.95] Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n[02:09.78] My fuel is my kerosene\n[02:11.53] You ever live the life of a heretic?\n[02:13.49] That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n[02:18.85] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[02:20.66] Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n[02:22.91] Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n[02:26.18] High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n[02:28.87] Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n[02:31.59] That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n[02:34.21] And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n[02:37.41] [?] lie in your basement\n[02:38.82] Arise in the pavement\n[02:40.19] Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n[02:42.46] That fix\n[02:43.32] I'm suppose to dream\n[02:45.13] I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n[02:48.35] This is dope\n[02:49.20] I mean, I ain't sober\n[02:50.11] Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n[02:53.74] My momma cookin'? Encore\n[02:57.40] The family members I die for\n[03:00.54] The two beautiful kids I stay alive for\n[03:03.72] Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\n[03:05.57] That fix\n[03:06.41] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:10.23] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[03:13.92] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[03:16.23] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[03:19.31] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[03:22.14] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[03:23.48] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[03:28.40] Let me put you down, with some realness\n[03:31.88] You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\n[03:35.48] Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\n[03:37.65] Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\n[03:40.44] With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\n[03:46.29] With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\n[03:49.04] The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\n[03:52.11] We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\n[03:54.89] We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\n[03:57.55] The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\n[04:00.22] Toast at the table when we celebrate our -----\n[04:03.42] Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\n[04:06.24] Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\n[04:08.98] It's a presentation and we hope you see\n[04:11.64] You're in need of that dopamine\n[04:13.98] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[04:15.74] Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'\n[04:17.14] Shoulda' been ----- on it\n[04:18.49] Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\n[04:20.80] Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\n[04:23.45] Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\n[04:27.05] I'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\n[04:29.81] And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\n[04:32.03] I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\n[04:34.36] No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\n[04:37.15] I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\n[04:39.85] And I ain't tryn'\n[04:41.10] I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\n[04:43.46] Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\n[04:47.00] Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\n[04:49.79] I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\n[04:52.36] And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\n[04:55.18] Say ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\n[04:58.37] Get tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n[05:01.12] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:06.12] If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n[05:09.77] And everything is how it's suppose to be\n[05:11.56] And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n[05:14.74] Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n[05:17.26] I'm just tryna' get my fix\n[05:19.52] Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n[05:24.46] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Dopamine\n  artist: Chris Webby feat. 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when the Lakers beat the Celtics\n  start_ms: 226290\n  end_ms: 229040\n- text: The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\n  start_ms: 229040\n  end_ms: 232110\n- text: We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\n  start_ms: 232110\n  end_ms: 234890\n- text: We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\n  start_ms: 234890\n  end_ms: 237550\n- text: The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\n  start_ms: 237550\n  end_ms: 240220\n- text: Toast at the table when we celebrate our -----\n  start_ms: 240220\n  end_ms: 243420\n- text: Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\n  start_ms: 243420\n  end_ms: 246240\n- text: Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\n  start_ms: 246240\n  end_ms: 248980\n- text: It's a presentation and we hope you see\n  start_ms: 248980\n  end_ms: 251640\n- text: You're in need of that dopamine\n  start_ms: 251640\n  end_ms: 253980\n- text: I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  start_ms: 253980\n  end_ms: 255740\n- text: Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'\n  start_ms: 255740\n  end_ms: 257140\n- text: Shoulda' been ----- on it\n  start_ms: 257140\n  end_ms: 258490\n- text: Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\n  start_ms: 258490\n  end_ms: 260800\n- text: Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\n  start_ms: 260800\n  end_ms: 263450\n- text: Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\n  start_ms: 263450\n  end_ms: 267050\n- text: I'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\n  start_ms: 267050\n  end_ms: 269810\n- text: And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\n  start_ms: 269810\n  end_ms: 272030\n- text: I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\n  start_ms: 272030\n  end_ms: 274360\n- text: No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\n  start_ms: 274360\n  end_ms: 277150\n- text: I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\n  start_ms: 277150\n  end_ms: 279850\n- text: And I ain't tryn'\n  start_ms: 279850\n  end_ms: 281100\n- text: I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\n  start_ms: 281100\n  end_ms: 283460\n- text: Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\n  start_ms: 283460\n  end_ms: 287000\n- text: Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\n  start_ms: 287000\n  end_ms: 289790\n- text: I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\n  start_ms: 289790\n  end_ms: 292360\n- text: And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\n  start_ms: 292360\n  end_ms: 295180\n- text: Say ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\n  start_ms: 295180\n  end_ms: 298370\n- text: Get tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n  start_ms: 298370\n  end_ms: 301120\n- text: Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n  start_ms: 301120\n  end_ms: 306120\n- text: If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n  start_ms: 306120\n  end_ms: 309770\n- text: And everything is how it's suppose to be\n  start_ms: 309770\n  end_ms: 311560\n- text: And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n  start_ms: 311560\n  end_ms: 314740\n- text: Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n  start_ms: 314740\n  end_ms: 317260\n- text: I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  start_ms: 317260\n  end_ms: 319520\n- text: Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n  start_ms: 319520\n  end_ms: 324460\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 324460\nplain: |-\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  Dopamine, dopamine\n  That I'm on, that I want\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  Dopamine, dopamine\n\n  See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy\n  So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me\n  And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit\n  Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip\n  Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs\n  That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar\n  Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'\n  Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'\n  Goin' commando in a pair of sweats\n  Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set\n  And that dopamine be flowin' on stage\n  Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way\n  It's chillin' with your best homies\n  The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie\n  Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces\n  So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music\n\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n  If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n  And everything is how it's suppose to be\n  And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n  Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\n  That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG\n  I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often\n  I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing\n  Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost\n  Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge\n  Wake up, when they go to bed\n  Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett\n  Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies\n  Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady\n  Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to\n  These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool\n  Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories\n  Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley\n  Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine\n  My fuel is my kerosene\n  You ever live the life of a heretic?\n  That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening\n\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n\n  Bitch on my lap, gyratin'\n  Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'\n  High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'\n  Annihilatin' some kind of [?]\n  That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'\n  And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em'\n  [?] lie in your basement\n  Arise in the pavement\n  Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship\n  That fix\n  I'm suppose to dream\n  I chase Hennessey with dopamine\n  This is dope\n  I mean, I ain't sober\n  Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean\n  My momma cookin'? Encore\n  The family members I die for\n  The two beautiful kids I stay alive for\n  Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more\n  That fix\n\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n  If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n  And everything is how it's suppose to be\n  And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n  Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n\n  Let me put you down, with some realness\n  You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit\n  Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit\n  Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this\n  With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously\n  With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics\n  The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it\n  We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up\n  We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up\n  The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' ----\n  Toast at the table when we celebrate our -----\n  Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing\n  Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation\n  It's a presentation and we hope you see\n  You're in need of that dopamine\n\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n\n  Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'\n  Shoulda' been ----- on it\n  Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it\n  Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it\n  Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it\n  I'm fully sober, my fix is ---- and change\n  And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange\n  I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies\n  No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it\n  I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them\n  And I ain't tryn'\n  I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that, stay from ---\n  Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out\n  Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out\n  I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out\n  And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out\n  Say ---- ---- ----, I'm on my turn up\n  Get tightest in them ----, --- me a drink, you bout to turn up\n\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n  If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me\n  And everything is how it's suppose to be\n  And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want\n  Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong\n  I'm just tryna' get my fix\n  Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine\n"}]