lirik lagu trippin’ – quin jaye
hahaha
chea
huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
trippin’ on a sack of what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
n*gga trippin’ on a what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
bouta roll another wood huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh
lately my mind in a trance
don’t make me pull up my pants
give you the hands
moving like n***** can dance
i will be d*mned
if one of these n***** can get on my level
floor to the pedal
i’m speaking backwards
spark up a backwood and paper
tell my girl i’ll see you later
send a message to my haters
assalamualaik*m
better respond
maleykosalam
i’m getting funds
i dish to my mom
i’m doing drugs
cuz this s*** is fun
i tell my lil’ bro
this not what you want
and that n**** listen because he is smart
i’m still getting f***** up
cuz this s*** is still fun
i’m getting old
won’t always be young
so i’m living life
won’t die by the gun
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
trippin’ on a sack of what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
n*gga trippin’ on a what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
bouta roll another wood huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh
don’t care what they say
cuz they are not me
some n***** just play
but i came to meet
i came to speak
you came to kick up ya feet
i gotta go
i got an l for the road
already rolled
my n***** they know how i roll
if i come thru know i’m high
trippin’ on the f****** drive
my n*ggas they know how i fly
behind the wheel smoking ly
behind the wheel and i’m trippin’
but this here sunday drive
so don’t you worry bout mine
noseyness is a crime
nosey n***** do the time
know some n***** got fined
while i’m out wine and dine
while i’m rewinding time
fast forward down the line
all within my f****** mind
in my bag catch me crying
spittin’ truths i ain’t lying
my family they know how i’m dying
my n***** they know that i’m trying
every beat that come my way
getting toe tagged
y’all n***** shoulda known that
bouta pop i can’t go back
bottles poppin like a lil wayne throwback
new faces talking bout how we go back
blue faces in the back of the cadillac
snake n***** in the grass hear that rata*tat
that ain’t no hi*hat
i am so high
chillin in socal
all on cloud 9
don’t wait for the fall off
n**** just climb
i’m getting twisted while i grind
mary and lucy influence lines
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
trippin’ on a sack of what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
n*gga trippin’ on a what huh
trippin’ on a psychedelic huh
bouta roll another wood huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh
trippin’ on psychedelic huh
young pablo
thought i beat addiction
but look at me i’m still trippin
i think this s*** is my livin
(yeah, yeah!)
trippin’ on a psychedelic
so baby please don’t k!ll my high
(yeah, yeah!)
put 6 gs inna stogie
i think it’ll do me just fine
you live in the past
i’m moving too fast
i think that i got yo a** stuck on rewind
n**** this is a vibe, know how we do
seeing lights flash when im on the move
you know its a movie when i link with q
just left mars might slide to the stu
said i broke her heart, must think ima fool
all on cloud 9 ain’t worried bout you
i got my bag and dipped
now a n**** too lit (ugh)
no back and forth its clipped
baby you be on that toxic sh*t
mouth running that obnoxious sh*t
type of vibe that’ll ruin my trip (ruin my trip)
yeah
trippin’ on a psychedelic
trippin’ on a psychedelic
yeah
night was euphoric
doubt that i’ll ever forget it
i lost my mind i’m beheaded
i need divine intervention
praying to god for protection
lucy she give me attention
lucy she give me affection
yeah yeah
trippin’ on a psychedelic
it got me thinking prolific
it got me feeling euphoric
y’all n***** sleep like you snoring
i’m waking up like the morning
if i go out there’s no mourning
i got blues like it’s “moanin’”
bobby and weaving no sew in
bobby and whitney i’m folded
you had the work but you sold it
you had a soul but you sold it
all cuz you wanna be cool
now you is coke head
how is the weather down there
i got the drugs and i share
i run my town like a mayor
i’m running game like a player
this s*** is deep it got layers
i’m in la like a laker
i might be sippin’ on makers
why are you shocked like a taser
i do not want your wife
bro you can take her
i keep it real
i ain’t no faker
not talking oakland but i am a raider
not talking office but i got the paper
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