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I'm just tryna' get my fix Dopamine, dopamine That I'm on, that I want I'm just tryna' get my fix Dopamine, dopamine See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy So, if your tryna' feel what I feel then yo get at me And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit Every night with a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin' Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin' Goin' commando in a pair of sweats Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set And that dopamine be flowin' on stage Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way It's chillin' with your best homies The spittin' game and it's gettin' laid and that after sex bogie Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces So my fans will get there fix every time they bumpin' my music Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me And everything is how it's suppose to be Letras de cancionesAnd that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong I'm just tryna' get my fix Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost Thanks to stimulating endorphins, brings me closer to the coffin Walk on the edge, cuz' I'm on the ledge Wake up, when they go to bed Got these cowards runnin' a bounty hunter like a Boba Fett Life is like a drug, born addicted like crack babies Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady Goodbye dude, I expose these niggas', I got to These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool Lyrical mournings, gettin' us gory as biblical stories, you ignoren' the allegories Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine My fuel is my kerosene You ever live the life of a heretic? That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening I'm just tryna' get my fix Bitch on my lap, gyratin' Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin' High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin' Annihilatin' some kind of [?] That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin' And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape em' [?] lie in your basement Arise in the pavement Just to arrive from inside of a spaceship That fix I'm suppose to dream I chase Hennessey with dopamine This is dope I mean, I ain't sober Promethazine in my soda, I'm suppose ta lean My momma cookin'? Encore The family members I die for The two beautiful kids I stay alive for Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more That fix Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me And everything is how it's suppose to be And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong I'm just tryna' get my fix Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine Let me put you down, with some realness You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit Feelin' blits, like its that fattest joint you ever hit Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this With that fellin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously With the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelt it We arrive at the party, when that shits about to turn up We [?] ya, ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' [?] Toast at the table when we celebrate our [?] Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing Where the trill of victory, with the felling of elation It's a presentation and we hope you see You're in need of that dopamine I'm just tryna' get my fix [Verse 5: Trae Tha Truth] Yeah, Truth spit game, murda' Shoulda' been [?] on it Causing panic, now the living shoes laced on it Haters on dick, look like they want to [?] on it Money, long slates, givin' a open chase on it I'm fully sober, my fix is [?] and change And ride, n' lookin' amazing, n' something so strange I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies No, they need it for support, everyone that promote it I best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them And I ain't tryn' I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that [mind?], stay from [?] Hit the studio to blackout, maybe try gettin' packed out Just like somebody wanted this as soon as I blow it back out I might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out And burned up the speakers in trunk tryna' act out Say [?] [?] [?], I'm on my turn up Get [tightest?] in them [?], [?] me a drink, you bout to turn up Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me And everything is how it's suppose to be And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want Wither I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong I'm just tryna' get my fix Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine From Letras Mania