Chris Webby Homebound (feat. Bria Lee)
[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Yeah, in the whip, down '95
Not a care in the world when it's time to ride
I left stress behind, pressed recline and refreshed my mind
With a bad little ride or die
And she rolling my joints and she packing my bowls
Put the stash in the glove when we pass Five-O
Like the Bonnie to my Clyde and we ride out stoned
On the interstate, switching lanes when we hitting that road
And I'm on that way when we on the move
And I'm not gon' stay, we just stopping through
Only stop for food, roll it up drop top and cruise
So there ain't nothing to block the view
Getting high on the highway, living life my way
Eyes on the road, I'm wrong
And I'm gone
Yeah I'm gone
[Chorus: Bria Lee & Chris Webby]
I said it's alright driving down that highway
Smoking on some indo'
Blow it out the window
I tell 'em break it up, roll, and pack it in my bowl
Oh, keep it low with an eye on the Five-O
And it's alright, yeah
And it's all good, baby
And it's alright on the highway
And I'm home-bound, yeah
[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Pulling up at the rest stop
Got a bowl with the pot, keep an eye for the cops
And we moving on to the next stop
Dough's locked while maneuvering through all of the road blocks
And I'm cruising so move all the cones
Got the Spotify up on my phone
Got me feeling good, I need us some more
And we turn it up until the speakers are blown, yeah
Rolling up like Midnight Club
So fast that you might really think I was
Jeff Gordon, whipping the foreign on dubs
Until the wheels fall off and I'm rolling on hubs
I'm getting high on the highway 'til I'm in the driveway
Pulling up in my zone
And I'm home
Yeah I'm home
[Chorus: Bria Lee & Chris Webby]
I said it's alright driving down that highway
Smoking on some indo'
Blow it out the window
I tell 'em break it up, roll, and pack it in my bowl
Oh, keep it low with an eye on the Five-O
And it's alright, yeah
And it's all good, baby
And it's alright on the highway
And I'm home-bound, yeah
