Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Acid, artist - Lil Wyte. Album song Doubt Me Now Dragged and Chopped, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.03.2004
Record label: Hypnotize Minds
Song language: English
Acid |
| Can you imagine feelin' all calm then all of the sudden your fingers get numb? |
| Knees start freezin, what is the season? |
| Where we at? |
| and why we leavin? |
| Trees are shrinkin', turnin' plants ta roots and roots back inta seeds |
| And clowns are changin', comin' at me, different directions now I’m freakin' |
| Ho’s are rakin', body shakin' |
| Mane, I thought it was some crack |
| Called the fire department, told 'em I had a flame upon my back |
| This shit’s crazy, plus enable, raisans dancing on the table |
| There’s the horse, we got a horse, yeah we do and I seen the stable |
| Quit yo flaugin, I ain’t flaugin |
| Got a beat in who ya talkin to |
| I’m talkin to you talkin to me |
| Listenin' cuz I have you and I have to |
| Be kinda smart to even catch that |
| I might be trippin' but the pimpin' grippin' gatta spit that |
| With no expectancy I made a party from a rivalry |
| Accidently, kicked then tripped the beef when he had ran by me |
| Fuck police, we gon' sanish this trick too well as the |
| 50 shot of purple microdot you will be gone a week |
| 20−20 vision blur and can’t even feel the syrup (I'm on acid — acid) |
| I can smoke a pound of dro, drink myself unda the flo' (I'm on acid — acid) |
| Put the straw up ta your nose, take the blow straight ta your dome (I'm on acid |
| — acid) |
| You passin' out in my front yard, throwin' up on Xanax bars (I'm on acid — acid) |
| Well I wishin I was sober, feel the shit from head ta shoulders |
| This ain’t even halfway over, it’s the part I’m waitin ta show ya |
| Laughin' long time like hyenas, laughed a long time at vienas |
| In the can or out the can they still look like a can a penis |
| I’m the meanest, acid-takin, down-south-cracka on the mic |
| Change start crankin', gotcha thinkin', good trip gon' turn ta a fright |
| Bubble poppin, trails are watchin', foes done cross the fuckin' room |
| My dogs came in the den and made a mess and then thats for the broom |
| Now I’m 'Bouta hit the sack cuz I can’t take this shit no more |
| Relax my mind, take a deep breath and let my head sink in pillow |
| Take a seven hour nap, wake up seven minutes later |
| This the greatest drug the seventies is ever fucking gave us |
| Yes it’s major don’t be playin' - when you drop it will hit ya |
| If it’s gel caps or liquid — microdots yes I’m wit’cha |
| And I’m flippin' cross the Roll, visual contact lightning globe |
| The space ship I’m flying landed in the Bay — I have ta go |
| By now, I’m weak in some pain and my body’s feelin drained (I'm on acid — acid) |
| Comin' down upon my trip and my skin’s abouta rip (I'm on acid — acid) |
| I’ll prolly sleep till Thursday and it’s only Sunday (I'm on acid — acid) |
| Wakin' up on that Thursday to have another Saturday (I'm on acid — acid) |