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Trippy

par Lil' Wayne

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Uh, blue skies, blue skies
I see you with my red eyes
Bust your fucking grape nigga
Turn your shit to red wine
Dont 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 coughing like im 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
Dont 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
O.K, I´m reloaded

[Hook]
Weed, bills and that drank
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shoutout to my weed man
Shoutout to my lean man
Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something
I´m a gasoline can
I´m high nigga dont blow it
I trust it as far as I throw it
I dont know if I´m coming or going
T, make my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing
Take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits
Styrofoam cups and wine glasses
Shot glasses, hot flashes
My tounges numb, I can´t talk
No banners, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks
I try different drugs, I´m diverse
Goodbye Earth, farewell
High as heaven, I is low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails
Keep lighting an L, I´m a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies
I´m straight but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit
I hope I trip and fall in some pussy
Tunechi

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Mustard herb in a zip lock
Twisted up top notch
Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat
Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke
This that cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna´ get some becky in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I take a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I´m gona´ smash
They call me the trippy king, dont try me nigga
Juicy J with the taylors, chinese eyes nigga
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