[Chorus 1: Lil' Wyte]
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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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Feedin' doritos to 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 I'm about ta shit (I'm on acid - acid)
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[Lil' Wyte]
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could you imagine feelin' all calm 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? and why we leavin?
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Trees are shrinkin', turnin' plants ta roots and roots back inta seeds
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And clowns are changin', comin' at me, different directions now I'm freakin'
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Toe'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 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 I seen the stable
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Quit yo flaugin, I ain't flaugin
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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' cuz I have you and I have to
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Be 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 I made a party from a robbery
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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 as the
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50 shot of purple microdot you will be gone a week
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[Chorus 2: Lil' Wyte]
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20-20 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 Xanax bars (I'm on acid - acid)
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[Lil' Wyte]
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Well I wishin I was sober, feel the shit from head ta shoulders
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This ain't even halfway over, it's the part 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 and then thats for the broom
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Now I'm 'Bouta hit the sack cuz 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 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 I'm flying landed in the Bay - I have ta go
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[Chorus 3: Lil' Wyte]
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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 Thursday and it's only Sunday (I'm on acid - acid)
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Wakin' up on that Thursday to have another Saturday (I'm on acid - acid)
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Acid
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Lil' Wyte |