Field Trip

If you motherfuckers want the real shit
It's Young Fitz, you can climb up on the field trip
And if the wheels slip
Well I'll still grip
'Cause I feel drift
It's east coast, east coast yo

If you motherfuckers want the real shit
It's Young Fitz, you can climb up on the field trip
And if the wheels slip
Well I'll still grip
'Cause I feel drift
It's east coast

I'm the hip hop hippy, it's Gibby, give me the rhythm
Get up in it like the journey, deep in it I keep on breathing
And needing to be alive
I seen me the other side
Secretion inside my mind
I'll go back when I fucking die

Know that I could never let go of the mind state, I'm baked
Only thing that will save me is five takes, I gyrate
In my cranium, guess that I'mma be slayin' 'em
Never giving my motives up, holding it 'til I'm laying
In my motherfucking casket

Just hoping it's everlasting
Just hoping its fantastic
Like this feeling of rapping
Never stopping, I'm stretching like an elastic
And gettin' better with every clever attachment
Never stopping, I'm stretching like an elastic
And gettin' better with every clever attachment

And if you motherfuckers want the real shit
It's Young Fitz, you can climb up on the field trip
And if the wheels slip
Well I'll still grip
'Cause I feel drift
It's east coast, east coast yo

It's east coast, east coast, yo
It's east coast, east coast, yo
It's east coast, east coast, yo

Yeah and if you motherfuckers want the real shit
It's Young Fitz, you can climb up on the field trip
And if the wheels slip
Well I'll still grip
'Cause I feel drift
It's east coast, east coast yo

If you motherfuckers want the real shit
It's Young Fitz, you can climb up on the field trip
And if the wheels slip
Well I'll still grip
'Cause I feel drift
It's east coast

Got a syndrome ticking in my skin, so wicked
And it's sick, you couldn't fix it with a slit to my liquids
I try to implode, sickness inside of my mind, gifted
Pull the wish bone, chipping it out of me, no tripping
You a microphone biscuit, the tempo is what you're missing
Take the methadone in and then tell me you're done with bitching
'Cause I got more reasons to tell you I don't need it
Never been afraid of bleeding, I'm telling you, pain weakens

I'm the best you ever had, and it wasn't so bad
I'm better than that
It's probably why I'll never be back
Remember the past
I couldn't 'cause I'm moving too fast
And losing the map, but I'mma keep on mining my craft
I'm shining with that
Timing when I'm climbing a rap and signing a track
Tell 'em they can fly or adapt
'Cause I'm high and I'm trapped in it
Trying to stack digits
Vibin' with bad women
They'll never get my minutes again

Yeah and if you motherfuckers want the real shit
It's Young Fitz, you can climb up on the field trip
And if the wheels slip
Well I'll still grip
'Cause I feel drift
It's east coast, east coast yo

And if you motherfuckers want the real shit
It's Young Fitz, you can climb up on the field trip
And if the wheels slip
Well I'll still grip
It's east coast, east coast, east coast, yo
East coast