Intro (DhD):
Yea...
Its the type of darkness your eyes don't get adjusted to
DhD
Yea...

Chorus (DhD):
I'm way too gone
Way too litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch
I'm way too gone, way too litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch
I ain't ever comin' down
I ain't ever comin' down
I ain't' ever comin' down
I'm way too gone, way to litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch

1st Verse (Jayo Kushman):
Way too litt, Super Saiyan
Way too high, Nimbus cloud
Gimme some Yerkys, Blue Roxys
& Whiskey, so they all can flush down
Broad day light
Eyes on super wide
Looking like Mickey Mouse
No disguise
Oh yea shrooms onna acid sammich
Got me super fuckin' fried
Pandora's Box ain't got nothing on me
What I'ma have you on
Raul and Dr Gonzo some fear and loathing
I'm bout that holmеs
Todas las drogas de las que he еstado
Tu vida nunca podria depender
So I must be, must be
Chorus (DhD):
I'm way too gone
Way too litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch
I'm way too gone, way too litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch
I ain't ever comin' down
I ain't ever comin' down
I ain't' ever comin' down
I'm way too gone, way to litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch

2nd Verse (Lil Wyte):
I ain't ever comin' down
From the cloud I'm on
My Crowns too cold
My Louds too strong
I've been doin' this shit for so long
Ain't no turnin' back hoe I'm too gone
Pack that Raw cone
Or leave me alone
No more cigars for me
Unless its a Cub I know bout a hundo
I'll smoke the whole damn thing
Cuz I am tha mothafucka
Straight from da mud out da gutta
I was a rockstar the day I was born
& I will put that on my mother
So pour me another
Break out da grinder & pass the plate
I still dibble & dabble from time to time
But don't pop anything that is fake
Its Wyte
Chorus (DhD):
I'm way too gone
Way too litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch
I'm way too gone, way too litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch
I ain't ever comin' down
I ain't ever comin' down
I ain't' ever comin' down
I'm way too gone, way to litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch

3rd Verse (King Killumbia):
Roll it Pack it Light it Smoke it
Roll it Pack it Light it Smoke it
Get High Get Get Get High
Get High Get Get Get High
Bump of the coke
Bowl of the weed
Rollin one up shit weighs 3g's
"Devin you high?"
Don't worry bout me
Turnt up to the max
Like I bench press weed
Do it for the champs turns her out
Gets her amped thats what it about
Angel wings on her back
Pull it out I bust on that
Uhhh cuz I do it like that
Blunts like Oprah when she used to be fat
Painkillers on deck like I broke my back
Styrofoam full of lean what ya know bout that
Chorus (DhD):
I'm way too gone
Way too litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch
I'm way too gone, way too litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch
I ain't ever comin' down
I ain't ever comin' down
I ain't' ever comin' down
I'm way too gone, way to litt
Way too turnt up in this bitch