Lil’ Wayne – Trippy

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyesBust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wineDont fuck up my high nigga, I’m too gone, bye niggaShe get dick, weed and ignored, thats a D.W.I niggaMy skin crawlin’, my walls talkin’, the pictures in here lookin’ at meThe ground movin’, I’m seeing shit, I’m blowing like I’m stuck in trafficI’m smoking on that strong, got me coughing like im getting buriedI’ve been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin MaryI’m stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around SaturnEyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazardsI said king me, king me with my mushroom crown onI graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown onDon’t knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choiceI’m high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my pointsI’m trippin’ out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loadedI woke up and got high again, O.K, I’m reloaded[Hook]Weed, pills and that drankThats my trippy kitThats my trippy kitThats my trippy kit[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]Shoutout to my weed man, shoutout to my lean manPussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I’m a gasoline canI’m high nigga dont blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw itI dont know if I’m coming or going, T, make my blunt a SamoanAnd I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like rabbitsStyrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashesMy tounges numb, I can’t talk, no balance, my spine hurtsMy mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I’m diverseGoodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hellKeep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting an L, I’m a kite in the airI like weed brownies and cookies, I’m straight but seeing crookedI got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussyTunechi[Hook][Verse 3: Juicy J]Musty herb in a zip lockTwisted up top notchWeed that I smoke, straight off a boatSix foot bong, tryna see what I tokeThis that cali kush, I motivate not gloatAll I need is Mary, let the models do the cokeTryna’ get some becky in the backseat of the ghostHit the weed man, tell him that I need a bagWake up every morning and I take a dragTake the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laughIn your baby mama ear and I’m gona’ smashThey call me the trippy king, dont try me niggaJuicy J with the Taylors, chinese eyes nigga[Hook]

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