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Well, I been trippin' for 10 hours on 3 hits of liquid microdot(I'm on acid, acid) |
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Gettin' chased around the car by some midgets in the parking lot(I'm on acid, acid) |
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Eatin' doritos through a tree, a million spiders after me(I'm on acid, acid) |
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I'm runnin' around havin' a fit on myself, |
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I'm about ta shit(I'm on acid, acid) |
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Can you imagine feelin' all calm |
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Then all of the sudden, your fingers get numb? |
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Knees start freezin', what is the season? |
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Where we at? |
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And why we leavin'? |
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Trees are shrinkin', turnin' plants ta roots |
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And roots back inta seeds |
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And clowns are changin', comin' at me |
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Different directions, now |
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I'm freakin' |
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Hoe's are rakin', body shakin', |
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Mane, I thought it was some crack |
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Called the fire department, told 'em |
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I had a flame upon my back |
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This shit's crazy, plus enable, raisans dancing on the table |
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There's the horse, we got a horse, yeah we do and |
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I seen the stable |
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Quit yo flaugin', |
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I ain't flaugin', got a beat in who ya talkin' to |
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I'm talkin' to you, talkin' to me |
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Listenin' 'cause |
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I have you and |
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I have toBe kinda smart to even catch that |
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I might be trippin' but the pimpin' grippin' gatta spit that |
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With no expectancy |
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I made a party from a rivalry |
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Accidently, kicked then tripped the beef when he had ran by me |
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Fuck police, we gon' sanish this trick too well |
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As the 50 shot of purple microdot, you will be gone a week20-20 vision blur and can't even feel the syrup(I'm on acid, acid) |
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I can smoke a pound of dro, drink myself unda the flo'(I'm on acid, acid) |
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Put the straw up ta your nose, take the blow straight ta your dome(I'm on acid, acid) |
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You passin' out in my front yard, throwin' up on |
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Xanax bars(I'm on acid, acid) |
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Well, I wishin' |
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I was sober, feel the shit from head ta shoulders |
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This ain't even halfway over, it's the part, |
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I'm waitin' ta show ya |
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Laughin' long time like hyenas, laughed a long time at vienas |
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In the can or out the can, they still look like a can a penis |
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I'm the meanest, acid-takin', down-south-cracka on the mic |
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Change start crankin', gotcha thinkin', good trip gon' turn ta a fright |
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Bubble poppin', trails are watchin'', foes done cross the fuckin' room |
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My dogs came in the den and made a mess |
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And then that's for the broom |
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Now I'm 'bouta hit the sack 'cause |
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I can't take this shit no more |
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Relax my mind, take a deep breath and let my head sink in pillow |
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Take a seven hour nap, wake up seven minutes later |
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This the greatest drug the seventies is ever fucking gave us |
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Yes, it's major don't be playin', when you drop it will hit ya |
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If it's gel caps or liquid, microdots yes, |
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I'm wit'cha |
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And I'm flippin' cross the roll, visual contact lightning globe |
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The space ship |
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I'm flying landed in the |
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Bay, I have ta go |
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By now, I'm weak in some pain and my body's feelin drained(I'm on acid, acid) |
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Comin' down upon my trip and my skin's abouta rip(I'm on acid, acid) |
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I'll prolly sleep till |
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Thursday and it's only |
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Sunday(I'm on acid, acid) |
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Wakin' up on that |
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Thursday to have another |
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Saturday(I'm on acid, acid) |
