Trippy

Shit is getting louder
So it's fucking up my brain
Acid trip reached it peaked
And I'm tryna' not to geek
So I'm heading to back
Tryna' smoke and relax
My mans laid on the flat
A fifth of hen, my mans clapped
And there's my stoner buddies
So I'm finna be smacked

Smoke a eighth to the face
Put these ns to disgrace
They moving like they featherweight
They moving like they featherweight
Ever since the acid trip
the world been slowing down and shit
Ns often being lazy
And often calling quits
I don't understand this shit
I don't understand this shit
I don't understand this shit
I don't understand this shit
It's trippy
And she Whitney
I aint Bobby
So I dippy
Spending cash on the craft
See the vision, mark it fast
Cause by the time we blow
You gon' be wishing you was there
Aye, Travis with the switch up
A$AP Rocky with the hair



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Writer(s): Ishmaiyl Antoine
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