Dopamine Lyrics - B-real

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 

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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 

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 

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 

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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 

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 , 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