Trippy - Album Version (Edited)

Uh, blue skies, blue skies
I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking grape nigga
Turn your shit to red wine
Don't fuck up my high nigga
I'm too gone, bye nigga
She get dick, weed, and ignored
Thats a D.W.I. nigga
My skin crawlin', my walls talkin'
The pictures in here lookin' at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing shit
I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong
Got me coughin' like I'm getting buried
I've been fucking Mary-Jane
I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger
I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling back
And keep blinking like hazards
I said king me, king me
With my mushroom crown on
I graduated to better drugs
My cap and gown on
Don't knock me off my high horse
What I do is my choice
I'm high as the scoreboard
Bitch look up at my points
I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth
I got high and fell asleep loaded
I woke up and got high again
OK, I'm reloaded

Weed, pills, and that drank
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit



Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Jordan Houston, Bryan Williams, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Michael Foster
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