T.R.I.P

Zoning off a eighth of that magic fungi
Take out the bike and I'll take it for a ride
Pedal to the metal set a scene in my mind
Walk around town with my shoes untied

So I trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Slip into a trip, trip
Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Then I slip into a trip
Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Trip

Walk up on the brook and I
See it in the waves something don't belong
Trip me in another plane
Not just a mirror, image of a chill place
Something in the wave makes
Me wanna see space
I guess that could happen when
You get a little taste
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Like I'm being chased
Catch me if you can, skinny man with no face
And we gone, no trace, and we gone, no trace

So I trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Slip into a trip, trip
Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Then I slip into a trip
Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Trip

People won't believe me and I just ask "why?"
I'm the BrownBagBoy, I don't even gotta try
Take a look in my eyes, that's P-H-I
Straight walk around town with
My shoes untied all these rappers givin' up
I'm the one who know why
All they do is snort lines while
Your boy up in the sky
Said little human with your closed third eye
You can never understand all the
Things in my mind

You should trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Just slip into a trip
Trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
Trip
Trip, bitch, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip