Lyrics Chris Webby

Chris Webby

Through The Roof

Yea

We goin’ through the motherfuckin’ roof

You know what I mean?

I’m through the roof

I’m through the roof

So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am (4x)

I’m through the roof like St. Nicholas

But I don’t got no Christmas gifts I’m only here to spit this shit

Beam me up Scotty, My feet are liftin’ quick

Speed over infinite, leavin’ the solar system bitch

I’m out in the mysterious beyond

With a fat booty blonde and a jar of marijuana

Sauna, flow so hot, so hot my whole life is like a slow-mo shot

Passin’ mars craters, and waivin’ at Darth Vader

The sky is not the limit, bitch I’m building starscrapers

Got the cigar paper, put the weed in it

Hittin warp drive, and passin’ the speed limits

Reppin’ 203 they know these digits

Tatted on my ribs so CT with it

Skinny as a motherfucker still I rep the Huskies

I’m through the roof now bitch no one’s above me

I’m through the roof

I’m through the roof

So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am

I’ve been through the roof, Now I’m through the Stratosphere

Millennium falcon, hyper drive and I’m outta here

Got my light saber in hand

Been on the grind since before Diddy decided he was making a band

Now I’m here shakin’ hands with fans, and it’s about time

Defying gravity smokin’ bogies on cloud nine, high

That’s how I’ve always gotta be

Fuckin’ human oddity, always burning it down properly

So bring the pot to me, and Webby’s gonna roll a dutch

Piss tag shit, take a week for me to sober up

Ain’t no need for spellin’ it out

I’m through the roof like a fuckin tree fell in your house, bitch

I’m through the roof

I’m through the roof

So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am

And I can’t get no higher than I am (4x)

I can’t get no higher than I am

Captain Fire up, always got a lighter in my hand

Carry so much tree that my pockets turn green

On some Tom Hanks shit, Apollo 13

Cleaner than the cut on school picture day

They tryna to step to C-Webb, cool pick a day

I’ll be there to show you up, keep my jaw loaded up

Roll it up, blow a dutch

Spit it hella dope, putty always smell of smoke

They can’t even see me with a telescope

Think your umbrella broke, I make it rain bitch

Ask El Roca he’ll tell you the same shit

It’s that crazy motherfucker from YouTube

Tryna see how many cells in my brain I could lose dude

My minds out to sea, on a booze cruise

I’m through the floor boards, I’m through the roof too

I’m through the roof

I’m through the roof

So through the roof that I can’t get no higher than I am

And I can’t get no higher than I am (4x)