Lyrics Bad Trip Parent - Strange U

Bad Trip Parent

Have you ever walked down the road
And gotten the feeling that nothing existed but you?
Yo
The snare drum hits
Fuck a fair one, niggas couldn’t dare come diss
Choose the loose, snooze, you lose, super sloof he would slew the goose,
couldn’t give a flying hula hoop
He knew the truth, so he flew the coop
Cooler sloop, he returned with a supergroup
I made the crumbs kneel before Zod
Your God, bringing y’all gobs to old stock
Boredom is a killer so I’m slaughterin' the sinner
I’m talking in the mirror getting awesome with his sister
Caution it’s a thriller like an orphan wig splitter
In the frigid winter it’s like a blizzard in your thinker
The fun days are over
The love is all gone and the crumbs have taken over
I said the fun days are over!
Fuck it, I’m staying sober
The bro knows these hoes flow like bosons
No love for them, yo, no lost rollo
Ask Roll-o he knows I’m half loco
The no-show with a boat load of old gold
He got tired of the piggyback (w)rap
Now it’s «gimme that!»
(Gimme that!)
Yo, couldn’t give a fuck less, then he gives a fuck plenty
Still a young man with an unplanned legacy
Maybe he needs therapy
Maybe he needs a psychedellic trip with a cherokee
Maybe it’s delusion of the mind
Maybe it’s a half-baked conclusion of the signs
The fun days are over
Love is dead, life is Daytona
I said the fun days are over!