Trippy Shit

Up in outer space with an eighth
I'm still feeling great
All these shrooms I ate in a state
Time to levitate
Shit it's getting late
Almost 8 in the AM
I been up all night geeking tweaking with my fake friends
Molly got me right
Dopamine and Serotonin flying to my brainstem
Feeling like Aladdin how I'm gliding on 'em
Really rolling crazy RPM
Carpe diem on a fucking flying carpet seizing opportunities
Staying heated from the sun while I get up to lunacy
Who is he
I don't know
Maybe who I'm soon to be
Assuming that you're on my level brain is getting microwaved
Heating up my cranium like leftovers from yesterday
Swept away
By the current Wavy Hayden let it spray
Heavy K
Killer got a 45 that's Michael J
I'm a power forward Serge Ibaka no one's in my way
Feeling like you're cornered in the lockup with no razor shank
Caught my plug with weapons, had a lawyer but he lost the case
So I'm never strapped I keep a heavy blade right by my waist

You a garbage rapping
Weak trapping
Bad acting
Fully lame bare capping
It's your bitch ass I been slapping
Hearing echoes wire tapping
Dirty dollars from the ghetto
That's my past this the present
I got powers they unpleasant
Rap you up just like a present
Taking teeth out like a dentist
I been buzzing so electric blood is partially synthetic
Shorty reaching up from Dallas I call her Alexis Texas
In my mind there is a palace could explain you wouldn't get it
Getting thorough cross faded in the candy colour Lexus
I just hop up on the beat and fuck it up then make my exit



Credits
Writer(s): Hayden Smith
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