| Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
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| Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wine
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| Don’t fuck up my high nigga, I’m too gone, bye nigga
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| She get dick, weed and ignored, that’s a D.W.I nigga
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| My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me
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| The ground movin', I’m seeing shit, I’m blowing like I’m stuck in traffic
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| I’m smoking on that strong, got me coughing/coffin like I’m getting buried
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| I’ve been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
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| I’m stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn
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| Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards
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| I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on
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| I graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown on
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| Don’t knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice
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| I’m high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my points
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| I’m trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
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| I woke up and got high again, OK, I’m reloaded
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| Weed, pills and that drank
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| That’s my trippy kit
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| That’s my trippy kit
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| That’s my trippy kit
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| Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
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| Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I’m a gasoline can
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| I’m high nigga don’t blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
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| I don’t know if I’m coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan
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| And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home and fuck like rabbits
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| Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
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| My tongue’s numb, I can’t talk, no balance, my spine hurts
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| My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I’m diverse
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| Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell
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| Keep scratching, keep biting my nails
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| Keep lighting an L, I’m a kite in the air
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| I like weed brownies and cookies, I’m straight but seeing crooked
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| I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussy
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| Tunechi
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| Weed, pills and that drank
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| That’s my trippy kit
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| That’s my trippy kit
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| That’s my trippy kit
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| Musty herb in a zip lock
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| Twisted up top notch
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| Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat
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| Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke
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| This that Cali kush, I motivate not gloat
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| All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke
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| Tryna get some becky in the backseat of the ghost
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| Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag
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| Wake up every morning and I take a drag
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| Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
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| In your baby mama ear and I’m gonna smash
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| They call me the trippy king, don’t try me nigga
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| Juicy J with the Taylors, Chinese eyes nigga
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| Weed, pills and that drank
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| That’s my trippy kit
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| That’s my trippy kit
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| That’s my trippy kit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trippy , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album I Am Not A Human Being II, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп