[Intro: Chris Webby & Friend]
“Hey Webby, we got some groupies at the door, homie”
“Ah, tell them to go somewhere else, I’m not really trying to do that right now”
“So where do you want me to tell them to go, because they have to come here”
“It’s like, I’ve had some bad experiences, okay? It’s really, ehh, it’s a long story”
“Like bad good experiences?”
“No they were just bad”
“Alright, tell me”
“Alright”
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
It all started when I met her; couldn’t help but to sweat her
She was bad, so I hit her with that, “Hi, I’m Chris Webster”
Spit a little game, had some drinks when I left her
She handed me a number and suggested that I text her
Weeks went by and I’m scrolling through my holding deck
Saw the name Suzy, so I sent her an emoji text
Kissy face, then I got an, “Oh, hey you”
“What up, yo?” “Nothing, boo, let’s get drunk, come through”
Get her address, and I GPSed it
Thinking we gon’ have some drinks and dinner over Netflix
Maybe smoke a joint, then later have some sex with her
Not knowing that she’s crazy and obsessive
Got there; she had four cats; now I got alarms going
Off in my brain, but she was hot, so I ignored them
Posters of me on her wall; now my eyes opened
To the fact this bitch is psycho; now that shit is really showing
I had one drink, and my eyes got lower
Speech started slurring, and my mind got slower
Then I realized I got roofied, and I fucking fell over
“Well come here, silly pants, come sit with me on the sofa”
FUCK! This is not good, Chris, hold it together dude!
“Now you’re mine, Christian; we’ll be together forever, boo”
This is bad! This is bad! I can’t even stand, yo!
Then my vision cut to black like the end of The Sopranos
“Hey Webby, we got some groupies at the door, homie”
“Ah, tell them to go somewhere else, I’m not really trying to do that right now”
“So where do you want me to tell them to go, because they have to come here”
“It’s like, I’ve had some bad experiences, okay? It’s really, ehh, it’s a long story”
“Like bad good experiences?”
“No they were just bad”
“Alright, tell me”
“Alright”
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
It all started when I met her; couldn’t help but to sweat her
She was bad, so I hit her with that, “Hi, I’m Chris Webster”
Spit a little game, had some drinks when I left her
She handed me a number and suggested that I text her
Weeks went by and I’m scrolling through my holding deck
Saw the name Suzy, so I sent her an emoji text
Kissy face, then I got an, “Oh, hey you”
“What up, yo?” “Nothing, boo, let’s get drunk, come through”
Get her address, and I GPSed it
Thinking we gon’ have some drinks and dinner over Netflix
Maybe smoke a joint, then later have some sex with her
Not knowing that she’s crazy and obsessive
Got there; she had four cats; now I got alarms going
Off in my brain, but she was hot, so I ignored them
Posters of me on her wall; now my eyes opened
To the fact this bitch is psycho; now that shit is really showing
I had one drink, and my eyes got lower
Speech started slurring, and my mind got slower
Then I realized I got roofied, and I fucking fell over
“Well come here, silly pants, come sit with me on the sofa”
FUCK! This is not good, Chris, hold it together dude!
“Now you’re mine, Christian; we’ll be together forever, boo”
This is bad! This is bad! I can’t even stand, yo!
Then my vision cut to black like the end of The Sopranos
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