Bad Trip (For The Fam Volume 2)
Bite if it energize enemies
Mind, am I filled up with jackal teeth
Surroundin' me
In front of me and back of me
All together they want to laugh at me
I'm paranoid, heart beatin' fast, sweaty
And I feel like faintin'
All at once everything starts
Meltin' around me
Like a Salvador Dalí painting
It's gotta be
Somebody bought a hit - illusion
My sip that had got me sick
Poppin' off at the lip on a real bad trip
Now how much worse could
This shit really get?
Talkin' to myself but I don't talk back
Cause I ain't got too much to say
Completely on my biscuit
And bitch it's only quarter till 8
PM, see them starin' at me again
As I'm swattin' away a swarm of flies
They think that I'm pretend
But my hair is made of cotton candy
My pupils big as plates
And I'm ridin' a unicycle while
Eatin' a birthday cake
How many drinks did I take?
I'm sure it's wet at the bar, fool
Better pop this bottle then float
Away on this bar stool
Then I wait for the compliments
Your peanuts and popcorn as my luggage
This trip ain't so bad
It's like a vacation, i love it
Oh shit another bad trip
I don't think your brain is
Even ready for this it's like oh no
I don't think it's ready for it oh no
I don't think you're ready for it
She said "wanna smoke?"
And I said "what's the
Worst- talking backwards"
On the bed, she start to roll
And I light it up and I start to choke
And I really wanna hide in
The bathroom but don't
Cause my legs wanna move but they won't
And my eyeball feel like
A couple of fireballs
And I see bugs coming out of her drawer
Why the fuck you laughing, bitch?
Why the fuck you all up in my face?
She said, "Just so you know that joint
I rolled was super laced!"
I said you're crazy, but I like you
But you're crazy
And at first my trip was bad
But now it's fuckin' amazing
And I hear what chain let them down
Cause I don't wanna know
Why I feel like I'm stuck to the ceiling
I try to go but I just came out right
Back at the beginning, outta control
And now the room is gonna spinning
And I see it's gloomin' me
It's dialin', I'm repentin' my soul
I'll never know because I passed out
In the ground, on the floor
And I woke up naked, shakin', cold
Lookin' for clothes
I couldn't land it on that
Doorway - it's my fault, i should've known
So when I'm thinkin' about drinkin'
Or gettin' high every night
I'mma keep my eye on the
Shit they put inside and I watch em creep in
And leavin' something deceivin' inside
The drink I'm drinkin' in bar
The end of the evening tonight
They'll be schemin'
Plottin' something rotten
And it's hard for me to remember
Most likely it's been forgotten
So I keep hopin' there's nothing floatin'
In my cup to the bottom
And nothing laced up in the weed that
I'm smokin' when I got it
It seems like I'm havin' a bad trip again
And I'm lost and confused and
I'm trapped in my head
And I'm so fucking high
And I can drown to fly
And in no need of space at all
In it and I don't know why