Trippin' Out (REMIX)
Yo, I don't smoke much, barely smoke at all
Matter fact, boys, think I'm getting sober y'all
Ah, maybe - but first
I'll drop a couple mushrooms, save the princess in my overalls
Punching walls, hopping up and down
Let's do karaoke! - not right fuckin' now
Table hockey? Let's go a couple rounds
Dude (dude) I'm like a mile above the ground
Feels like I've been here for forty years
Well you are thirty-nine, that is sorta weird
Nah, here in space, swimming like a starfish
Counting breadcrumbs, sniffing armpits
What? - Just go with it, dude, it's cool
I fucking love you bro, wait, who are you
Man, it's like everything's moving very slowly
You're tripping - YO, bro, let's go do karaoke
You smoke too much - I'm tripping ow-ow-out
You took too many - I'm slippin' dow-ow-own
Don't kill my buzz - This hit's like wow-ow-ow
There's just too many good times
Too many good times to count
We popping brew and dropping zoomers part two
We middle-aged and fucking stupid, got you
Taking goofballs, talking loose on facebook
You lost your job and you got Zucked
Fucking took a handful of stuff and you did not look
You're hooked, your mom's meatloaf never been that cooked
Had a page of acid, then I read that book
I'm like Sam Gamgee I never been that shook
Got a ring around my neck where my head is stood
Won't take less when it's getting good
It's a brain insurrection and I'm flexing wood
Where the dose is a question, and the tech is hood
We're just inventing measurements - I guess it's good
I take some interest like investors should
Then I take some things like ingesting food
Then it breaks my brain like you said it would, good
Life's short, might as well make the most of it
I got doses - micro and macro
And I'm way too old for all this fighting shit
Deepak Dopra in search of enlightenment
While you and your cronies were busy making Tik-Toks
I'll be with my homies just emptying a ziplock
Of caps and stems these magic plans
Involve handfuls of them, so let's grab and slam
Uh oh, things are getting pear-shaped
I just saw a care bear playing with a rare snake
Wearing a cape, riding on a dragon
Tearing up the place with his pants all Sagan
Speaking of Carl - I've been thinking of space
Glasses clinking as we have a little liquor to chase
And whenever I take a little look at your face
I see an alien - it doesn't even look out of place
Hey buddy
You smoke too much - I'm trippin ow-ow-out
You took too many - I'm slippin' dow-ow-own
Don't kill my buzz - This hit's like wow-ow-ow
There's just too many good times
Too many good times to count
Let's start this all off with some soft and some White Claw
Johnnie Walker Blue just to start to kick the night off
Mushrooms coming soon, zooms in this room
Up next, think I'll pop some X
I got the moon rock, shoot me to the stars, what's next
I'm seeing Shrek, I think I feel my Hart suplex
And maybe sharp-shooter, now I think my name is Bret
What say we hedge this bet and dive deep into chemistry
Take three steps and I drop, like some LSD
Honestly, I'm thinking that a really need a dance floor
Also, I'm like - fuck it, who needs pants any more
Not me! I'm peaking hard in the mountains and the Rockies
Mossberg, King D, tell me that you got me
It's the Fear, and I'm Loathing like Raoul Duke
I'm Dr. Gonzo, fucking rally and puke
This is your brain on drugs
Oh, and this is your brain on drugs
Well, this brain is definitely on drugs
Well I guess on drugs
there's too many good times to count
Ah ah ah
Matter fact, boys, think I'm getting sober y'all
Ah, maybe - but first
I'll drop a couple mushrooms, save the princess in my overalls
Punching walls, hopping up and down
Let's do karaoke! - not right fuckin' now
Table hockey? Let's go a couple rounds
Dude (dude) I'm like a mile above the ground
Feels like I've been here for forty years
Well you are thirty-nine, that is sorta weird
Nah, here in space, swimming like a starfish
Counting breadcrumbs, sniffing armpits
What? - Just go with it, dude, it's cool
I fucking love you bro, wait, who are you
Man, it's like everything's moving very slowly
You're tripping - YO, bro, let's go do karaoke
You smoke too much - I'm tripping ow-ow-out
You took too many - I'm slippin' dow-ow-own
Don't kill my buzz - This hit's like wow-ow-ow
There's just too many good times
Too many good times to count
We popping brew and dropping zoomers part two
We middle-aged and fucking stupid, got you
Taking goofballs, talking loose on facebook
You lost your job and you got Zucked
Fucking took a handful of stuff and you did not look
You're hooked, your mom's meatloaf never been that cooked
Had a page of acid, then I read that book
I'm like Sam Gamgee I never been that shook
Got a ring around my neck where my head is stood
Won't take less when it's getting good
It's a brain insurrection and I'm flexing wood
Where the dose is a question, and the tech is hood
We're just inventing measurements - I guess it's good
I take some interest like investors should
Then I take some things like ingesting food
Then it breaks my brain like you said it would, good
Life's short, might as well make the most of it
I got doses - micro and macro
And I'm way too old for all this fighting shit
Deepak Dopra in search of enlightenment
While you and your cronies were busy making Tik-Toks
I'll be with my homies just emptying a ziplock
Of caps and stems these magic plans
Involve handfuls of them, so let's grab and slam
Uh oh, things are getting pear-shaped
I just saw a care bear playing with a rare snake
Wearing a cape, riding on a dragon
Tearing up the place with his pants all Sagan
Speaking of Carl - I've been thinking of space
Glasses clinking as we have a little liquor to chase
And whenever I take a little look at your face
I see an alien - it doesn't even look out of place
Hey buddy
You smoke too much - I'm trippin ow-ow-out
You took too many - I'm slippin' dow-ow-own
Don't kill my buzz - This hit's like wow-ow-ow
There's just too many good times
Too many good times to count
Let's start this all off with some soft and some White Claw
Johnnie Walker Blue just to start to kick the night off
Mushrooms coming soon, zooms in this room
Up next, think I'll pop some X
I got the moon rock, shoot me to the stars, what's next
I'm seeing Shrek, I think I feel my Hart suplex
And maybe sharp-shooter, now I think my name is Bret
What say we hedge this bet and dive deep into chemistry
Take three steps and I drop, like some LSD
Honestly, I'm thinking that a really need a dance floor
Also, I'm like - fuck it, who needs pants any more
Not me! I'm peaking hard in the mountains and the Rockies
Mossberg, King D, tell me that you got me
It's the Fear, and I'm Loathing like Raoul Duke
I'm Dr. Gonzo, fucking rally and puke
This is your brain on drugs
Oh, and this is your brain on drugs
Well, this brain is definitely on drugs
Well I guess on drugs
there's too many good times to count
Ah ah ah
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