Schoolboy Q, Ab-Soul - Gone Insane lyrics

I feel like, I'm affiliated
With the illuminati, bitch
All seeing fucking eye
This is your enlightenment
I'm lighting this
Fire my supplier always like to give
Higher than I've ever been these
Heights are mighty frightening
Your hands up as if you
Wanna strike like lightening don't shoot
You can't fight a viking on Vicodin
Can you? Hmm
I would like to see you try it then
I be eating rappers
That's the only way I'm biting 'em
That was yummy yummy, dummy dummy
Nothing's funny funny
Give a bitch a sippy sippy
Then I get some sucky sucky sucky sucky now
Think the nigga must be lucky lucky
She's such a doll
I guess that makes me Chucky
What's up with y'all other
Than nothing at all?
Bitches licking my balls
You ain't nuttin' at all!
You ain't nuttin' at all, neither am I
Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die!

I think I'm Jimi Hendrix
I think I'm Kurt Cobain
I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane
Someone take this gun
Before I blow out my brains (bang)
Ab-Soul, and A-Y-IR-O

Grab a bitch then grab ya dick
Pop a fifth and have a sip
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
(Fly nigga, fly nigga)
Party every single night
Mingle with a nigga wife
Doggone, we all gone (Die nigga, die nigga)

Life's a bitch, but she won't let me hit
So I just masturbate to her naked flicks
I ain't got change for a dolla
But I think I'm making sense
I do resemble my father
But do I really know I'm his?
Sometimes I like to go on
A tangent of random shit
Stay with her Black and Mild out and
A handful of ass and tit's
Skywalker in the blunt
Darth Vader in the cup
You don't get lifted with us
Your elevators stuck
I never gave a fuck, my name never came up
But now that I done came up
I think I'm King Tut
I told Punch I'd probably get
Assassinated by the government
He probably think I'm sniffing cocaine
And some other shit
I'm on some other shit, Black Hippy, ho!
Yippy ka yeee, Yippy ka yoo
Tilt ya head you see me in the sky
Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die!

I think I'm Jimi Hendrix
I think I'm Kurt Cobain
I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane
Someone take this gun
Before I blow out my brains (bang)
Ab-Soul, and A-Y-IR-O

Grab a bitch then grab ya dick
Pop a fifth and have a sip
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
(Fly nigga, fly nigga)
Party every single night
Mingle with a nigga wife
Doggone, we all gone (Die nigga, die nigga)

Drowning in Moscato, popular pothead
Feel like I hit the lotto
And I just got head
From a famous model (Who?) Gloria Velez
Lusting for Cubana's culo you
Know what it is
I think I'm Jimi Hendrix, experience my fate
All I'm missing is a band of
Gypsies and some purple haze
But now it's OG kush and Ayiro instrumentals
No need to insinuate
Miss me with the innuendo
Ya outlooks lousy someone needs a new window
I'mma win I just don't know when though
You bimbos know what you in for some info to
Make you exercise your mental
A seed small as my pinkie
Can be your weeping willow
I'm so ill, I'm held hostage at a hospital
Doing it big like not little
Tivo the revolution when it's televised
Heaven's a better place, I hope you all die!

I think I'm Jimi Hendrix
I think I'm Kurt Cobain
I think I'm John Lennon, gone insane
Someone take this gun
Before I blow out my brains (bang)
Ab-Soul, and A-Y-IR-O

Grab a bitch then grab ya dick
Pop a fifth and have a sip
Smoke a blunt, pop a pill
(Fly nigga, fly nigga)
Party every single night
Mingle with a nigga wife
Doggone, we all gone (Die nigga, die nigga)