Bad Trip - Special Version
Haha
Yeah
Livid
Uh, L-I-V-I-D, yeah
Uh
Haha
Yeah
Ayo
Chilling with my homies in the living room
We was all bored, didn't have shit to do
One said "I got a blunt, we can hit it too
Ever have em all tap out and hand the shit to you?
I took a lil break, had to pass a piss test
Might've been a big mistake, took a couple hits next
Put it this way, it was some shit I hadn't did yet
And to this day I haven't fully got a grip yet
Polished it off you can smell the fucking grass blazing
Got a lil hungry, yeah the munchies, you know that craving?
Got into the car then we headed to the gas station
Peanut M&M's, chocolate milk, man the snack's tasting
Fucking great, I can taste every ingredient
Staring at the tv, hold up wait, I think I'm seein shit
Think I'm getting tunnel vision, "I'm like what the fuck"
Thought I hid it good till my friends start to huddle up
"You good?", "man, what was in the fucking blunt?"
"Idk it's a mix of just a bunch of stuff"
I cover up, and I think I start hallucinating
Man it fucking sucks, the room's lookin illuminated
Head throbbing
Stomach moving like plate tech tonics
Think I'm getting sick so I get up real quick
Ah shit this is it
Make my way to the bathroom like an undead zombie
Shut the door and forget what I'm doing
I'm talking to myself while I'm lookin in the damn mirror
Room spinning and I think I'm bouta lose it
Homie talking to me through the door but I can't hear
My reflection starts to get aggressive
Talking shit to me so flip and start to talk back
It's hectic, throwing up anorexic
Look what the weed did to me
Man it's all bad
I'm fucked up
I don't know what's happening
I'm fucked up
Rollin 'round gagging
I'm fucked up
Throwing up, bad spins
I'm fucked up
Oh, it's a bad trip
Uh-oh, I don't know what's goin on
Uh-oh, I'm still holding on
Uh-oh, don't know what's going wrong
It's a bad trip
It's a bad trip
I'm fucked up
I don't know what's happening
I'm fucked up
Rollin 'round gagging
I'm fucked up
Throwing up, bad spins
I'm fucked up
Oh, it's a bad trip
Uh-oh, I don't know what's goin on
Uh-oh, I'm still holding on
Uh-oh, don't know what's going wrong
It's a bad trip
It's a bad trip
I'm down bad, layin on the ground sad
Make a quick plan wanna dip it to my house fast
Friends like "I don't know about that"
I say that I'm good and then I fall into the towel rack
Fuck it though, I'm out dawg
I'll be good without y'all
Their like "okay, if you don't make it to your house, call"
Okay, but I promise that I'm all good
Then I grab my tennis shoe and put it on the wrong foot
Make it to the car, start it, put it in reverse
Praying to the heavens I don't end up in a fucking hearse
Driving down the road, squinting hard, bouta zone out
Cotton mouth real bad creepin in my throat now
It's nuts, I'm paranoid, alone now
Finally made it home but, I don't really know how
Sick to my stomach make it to the bathroom dry heaving
Head hurts so bad, think my fuckin eye's bleeding
Shiver on the floor battling a cold sweat
Lay there, don't move, like I got a broke neck
Don't know what to do, feel like I could pass out
Shit sucks bad I feel like my fucking soul left
I'm shaking
Vibrating
I'm breaking
I hate it
Tunnel vision again, wish I could go back
Wish I got a warning, wish I could know that
Lay there lifeless without any power
Get up and decide I'm jumping in the shower
Water's warm, feels good, but I feel bad
Lean on the wall and fell asleep for like three hours
Wake up in a daze but I feel a lot better
Man I swear I really thought I was a fucking goner
I'm fuckin freezing, man I gotta get my shit together
Oh damn I just ran outta hot water
I'm fucked up
I don't know what's happening
I'm fucked up
Rollin 'round gagging
I'm fucked up
Throwing up, bad spins
I'm fucked up
Oh, it's a bad trip
Uh-oh, I don't know what's goin on
Uh-oh, I'm still holding on
Uh-oh, don't know what's going wrong
It's a bad trip
It's a bad trip
I'm fucked up
I don't know what's happening
I'm fucked up
Rollin 'round gagging
I'm fucked up
Throwing up, bad spins
I'm fucked up
Oh, it's a bad trip
Uh-oh, I don't know what's goin on
Uh-oh, I'm still holding on
Uh-oh, don't know what's going wrong
It's a bad trip
It's a bad trip
(I'm fucked up)
(I'm fucked up)
(I'm fucked up)
(It's a bad trip, it's a bad trip)
(I'm fucked up)
(I'm fucked up)
(I'm fucked up)
(It's a bad trip, it's a bad trip)
Haha
Yeah
Livid
Uh, L-I-V-I-D, yeah
Uh
Haha
Yeah
Ayo
Chilling with my homies in the living room
We was all bored, didn't have shit to do
One said "I got a blunt, we can hit it too
Ever have em all tap out and hand the shit to you?
I took a lil break, had to pass a piss test
Might've been a big mistake, took a couple hits next
Put it this way, it was some shit I hadn't did yet
And to this day I haven't fully got a grip yet
Polished it off you can smell the fucking grass blazing
Got a lil hungry, yeah the munchies, you know that craving?
Got into the car then we headed to the gas station
Peanut M&M's, chocolate milk, man the snack's tasting
Fucking great, I can taste every ingredient
Staring at the tv, hold up wait, I think I'm seein shit
Think I'm getting tunnel vision, "I'm like what the fuck"
Thought I hid it good till my friends start to huddle up
"You good?", "man, what was in the fucking blunt?"
"Idk it's a mix of just a bunch of stuff"
I cover up, and I think I start hallucinating
Man it fucking sucks, the room's lookin illuminated
Head throbbing
Stomach moving like plate tech tonics
Think I'm getting sick so I get up real quick
Ah shit this is it
Make my way to the bathroom like an undead zombie
Shut the door and forget what I'm doing
I'm talking to myself while I'm lookin in the damn mirror
Room spinning and I think I'm bouta lose it
Homie talking to me through the door but I can't hear
My reflection starts to get aggressive
Talking shit to me so flip and start to talk back
It's hectic, throwing up anorexic
Look what the weed did to me
Man it's all bad
I'm fucked up
I don't know what's happening
I'm fucked up
Rollin 'round gagging
I'm fucked up
Throwing up, bad spins
I'm fucked up
Oh, it's a bad trip
Uh-oh, I don't know what's goin on
Uh-oh, I'm still holding on
Uh-oh, don't know what's going wrong
It's a bad trip
It's a bad trip
I'm fucked up
I don't know what's happening
I'm fucked up
Rollin 'round gagging
I'm fucked up
Throwing up, bad spins
I'm fucked up
Oh, it's a bad trip
Uh-oh, I don't know what's goin on
Uh-oh, I'm still holding on
Uh-oh, don't know what's going wrong
It's a bad trip
It's a bad trip
I'm down bad, layin on the ground sad
Make a quick plan wanna dip it to my house fast
Friends like "I don't know about that"
I say that I'm good and then I fall into the towel rack
Fuck it though, I'm out dawg
I'll be good without y'all
Their like "okay, if you don't make it to your house, call"
Okay, but I promise that I'm all good
Then I grab my tennis shoe and put it on the wrong foot
Make it to the car, start it, put it in reverse
Praying to the heavens I don't end up in a fucking hearse
Driving down the road, squinting hard, bouta zone out
Cotton mouth real bad creepin in my throat now
It's nuts, I'm paranoid, alone now
Finally made it home but, I don't really know how
Sick to my stomach make it to the bathroom dry heaving
Head hurts so bad, think my fuckin eye's bleeding
Shiver on the floor battling a cold sweat
Lay there, don't move, like I got a broke neck
Don't know what to do, feel like I could pass out
Shit sucks bad I feel like my fucking soul left
I'm shaking
Vibrating
I'm breaking
I hate it
Tunnel vision again, wish I could go back
Wish I got a warning, wish I could know that
Lay there lifeless without any power
Get up and decide I'm jumping in the shower
Water's warm, feels good, but I feel bad
Lean on the wall and fell asleep for like three hours
Wake up in a daze but I feel a lot better
Man I swear I really thought I was a fucking goner
I'm fuckin freezing, man I gotta get my shit together
Oh damn I just ran outta hot water
I'm fucked up
I don't know what's happening
I'm fucked up
Rollin 'round gagging
I'm fucked up
Throwing up, bad spins
I'm fucked up
Oh, it's a bad trip
Uh-oh, I don't know what's goin on
Uh-oh, I'm still holding on
Uh-oh, don't know what's going wrong
It's a bad trip
It's a bad trip
I'm fucked up
I don't know what's happening
I'm fucked up
Rollin 'round gagging
I'm fucked up
Throwing up, bad spins
I'm fucked up
Oh, it's a bad trip
Uh-oh, I don't know what's goin on
Uh-oh, I'm still holding on
Uh-oh, don't know what's going wrong
It's a bad trip
It's a bad trip
(I'm fucked up)
(I'm fucked up)
(I'm fucked up)
(It's a bad trip, it's a bad trip)
(I'm fucked up)
(I'm fucked up)
(I'm fucked up)
(It's a bad trip, it's a bad trip)
Haha
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