Drippy
Uh
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm strippin'
I'm from California, home of the legal marijuana
Where people smokin' the green to alleviate their glaucoma
My true persona, luminous like some floral fauna
I'm about as high as a cumulus cloud, yep, I'm a goner
Like Dr. Bronner's, clean as a whistle when I hit you
My flow is like a heat seekin' missile, I never miss you
But what's the issue, I wrote these lyrics on a tissue
'cause every time I speak in the microphone, it's to bless you
Yep, I keep it poppin' when I'm on the mic
Can I kick it? Yes I can; [rest in peace ...?]
I'm extra drippy on the beach, like a piece of ice
Evaporate into the air just to be the
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My clothes are lookin' spiffy and my kicks are extra crispy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My flow is hella trippy, I'm a psychedelic hippy
Crown chakra, third eye
Where you from? West side
L.A., Venice Beach
The streets is gettin' wild, so we teach peace
I'm tryin' t' take you to another level
The student tryin' to take away the pebble
It's kind o' like the the lotus and its petals
I know you love to
I'm focused, but I'm blind about the nettles
Part of me, a part of me is ponderin' the policies of parliament
And wonderin' how much they're really launderin'?
If all the faces that are on the monuments,
and all the pretty monoliths,
are really just the part of us that's crumblin'?
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My clothes are lookin' spiffy and my kicks are extra crispy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My flow is hella trippy, I'm a psychedelic hippy
They like, "J Brave, why you always in the club tryin' t' burn sage?
Why you always wearin' purple amethyst chains?
Why you always sippin' raw kombucha, man?
Who is you, man, tryin' t' talk me?
Yo, you gettin' too close to my sacred G
Man, you gettin' real close to my energy
Was we in a past life, you remember me?
What's the remedy, huh?"
I ride through the pretty city
All the lights look a little trippy
I might need a sippy-sippy
Like Salvador Dali, I'm a little drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My clothes are lookin' spiffy and my kicks are extra crispy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My flow is hella trippy, I'm a psychedelic hippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My clothes are lookin' spiffy and my kicks are extra crispy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My flow is hella trippy, I'm a psychedelic hippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm strippin'
I'm from California, home of the legal marijuana
Where people smokin' the green to alleviate their glaucoma
My true persona, luminous like some floral fauna
I'm about as high as a cumulus cloud, yep, I'm a goner
Like Dr. Bronner's, clean as a whistle when I hit you
My flow is like a heat seekin' missile, I never miss you
But what's the issue, I wrote these lyrics on a tissue
'cause every time I speak in the microphone, it's to bless you
Yep, I keep it poppin' when I'm on the mic
Can I kick it? Yes I can; [rest in peace ...?]
I'm extra drippy on the beach, like a piece of ice
Evaporate into the air just to be the
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My clothes are lookin' spiffy and my kicks are extra crispy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My flow is hella trippy, I'm a psychedelic hippy
Crown chakra, third eye
Where you from? West side
L.A., Venice Beach
The streets is gettin' wild, so we teach peace
I'm tryin' t' take you to another level
The student tryin' to take away the pebble
It's kind o' like the the lotus and its petals
I know you love to
I'm focused, but I'm blind about the nettles
Part of me, a part of me is ponderin' the policies of parliament
And wonderin' how much they're really launderin'?
If all the faces that are on the monuments,
and all the pretty monoliths,
are really just the part of us that's crumblin'?
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My clothes are lookin' spiffy and my kicks are extra crispy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My flow is hella trippy, I'm a psychedelic hippy
They like, "J Brave, why you always in the club tryin' t' burn sage?
Why you always wearin' purple amethyst chains?
Why you always sippin' raw kombucha, man?
Who is you, man, tryin' t' talk me?
Yo, you gettin' too close to my sacred G
Man, you gettin' real close to my energy
Was we in a past life, you remember me?
What's the remedy, huh?"
I ride through the pretty city
All the lights look a little trippy
I might need a sippy-sippy
Like Salvador Dali, I'm a little drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My clothes are lookin' spiffy and my kicks are extra crispy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My flow is hella trippy, I'm a psychedelic hippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My clothes are lookin' spiffy and my kicks are extra crispy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
I'm drippy
My flow is hella trippy, I'm a psychedelic hippy
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Writer(s): Justin Donovan
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