trippin'

I said I wasn't gonna do no samples but
I had to be me at least one time you know?
Look, Look, Look
Rolling up past emotions
Missing you back and ocean
Nicotine had me stuck but I'm
Trying to get back in motion you
Fired me for no reason so
fuck you and that promotion
I should blow that Bitch up
And I'm glad that u think I'm joking
Glad that you think I'm not
Wait, wait, wait
On his neck like a halter top
Moving right just to hold the top
What you finna do when your hoping stops and your soapy drops
I hope he not
Hugging blocks and ducking all those "I hope he rots"
But think about it
How you gon clean your act
With a broken mop?
Every where you go you stay hard body
The road of rocks
I know it's hard
Got you coping off the xanie bars
Stealing candy bars and almost got your granny bard

Everybody tripping in this psychedelic world
Psychedelic bros talk to psychedelic girls
Psychedelic hoes wearing Psychedelic pearls
Psychedelic music runs the whole world but
Everybody tripping in this psychedelic world
Psychedelic bros talk to psychedelic girls
Psychedelic hoes wearing Psychedelic pearls
Psychedelic music Psychedelic music

Rolling up that wassaname
Pass the blunt to wassaname
Smoking till my lungs laps
Why you keep on switching lanes
Why you scared to be your self
All you do is over think
I know that you been over looked
But everything ain't everything
If anything take everything
Like chains, wallets, wedding rings
You better look left and right to tie your shoe
You never safe
And never say
That you can never do and never hesitate
Just levitate because you gotta make it
For your mommas sake



Credits
Writer(s): Tony Reaves
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