Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Potion Number 25, artist - The Underachievers. Album song Indigoism, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: RPM MSC
Song language: English
Potion Number 25 |
Ok, I’m rollin' up on my bullshit |
That AK-47, like a full clip |
Bust a nigga head open when he hittin' it |
On some Brooklyn shit, but I’m trippy bitch |
LSD got a nigga on his beatle shit |
Oh you ain’t with it, on some basic shit |
A’ight nigga, get back to the Matrix |
You ain’t, you ain’t with shit |
Pop another tab, nigga, let’s get lit |
UA, we run this bitch |
Pop another 2, I’m trippin', bitch |
Got my 3rd eye open, I see with it |
Got my heart wide open, I feel with it |
Now we are the gods, nigga make a wish |
UA, Beast Coast, real trippy shit |
Come take a trip on that LSD |
One life to live, a lot of love to give |
What a magical treat, feeling like a kid |
Let imagination take control the shit |
Watch your mind just drift into another dimension |
One with the universe, soul redemption |
Titties pop outta the shirt, so tempting |
Runnin' on my mind, doing tricks like X-Games |
Know the same, the real road |
But what’s that, when you take a little shrooms girl |
A cartoon, first female on the moon |
Heal yo' wounds, deja vu |
Second time out womb |
Feeling brand new yeah, I know, I know |
«We just met up» |
But if you know yourself then you know me well |
If we take a hit of 'cid, then we gon need L’s |
Conquer the world and we don’t need help |
Like ecstasy when the vibes is felt |
I can feel your heart racing, relax, excel |
Take a hit of Cali' rays and let minds excel |
Look over this meditation and you excel, and escape this hell |
I ain’t saying rebel, but what I’m saying |
Open your eyes to the truth and stop playing |
Follow the light in your eyes that skyscrapers |
UA we rejuvenate your lives, stay elevated |
You ain’t, you ain’t with shit |
Pop another tab, nigga, let’s get lit |
UA, we run this bitch |
Pop another 2, I’m trippin', bitch |
Got my 3rd eye open, I see with it |
Got my heart wide open, I feel with it |
Now we are the gods, nigga make a wish |
UA, Beast Coast, real trippy shit |
You ain’t, you ain’t with shit |
Pop another tab, nigga, let’s get lit |
UA, we run this bitch |
Pop another 2, I’m trippin', bitch |
Got my 3rd eye open, I see with it |
Got my heart wide open, I feel with it |
Now we are the gods, nigga make a wish |
UA, Beast Coast, real trippy shit |
We elevate, LSD make me meditate |
It make the negative segregate |
And then dissipate |
From the positive energy |
You niggas looking for the truth, I got the remedy |
Two drops and a nigga in a fantasy |
Two more, nigga how you gon' be mad at me? |
Let the madness in me, feeling like Adam and Eve |
Third eye, oh shit I’m flying, G |
Don’t give a fuck about your bullshit |
Blast off, kick back, like a full clip |
Sit down, roll up, play the music |
Relax mind, feel the love, like cupid |
I’m on my new shit, but don’t call me no hippie, bro |
I’m just a guy, this is spiritual healing drug |
Take a hit, give your life a little meaning, huh |
See some shit you only see when you dreaming, bro |
Flatbush, BeastCoast, what the fuck is up? |
You put it down ain’t another clique fucking with us |
Indigos on the rise, we told you, bro |
Guarded by the light, nigga, we made you up, we made you up |
I’m on my shit, no pampers, bruh |
I make those hits like acid, ya |
I’m living life just having fun |
Just having fun |
You ain’t, you ain’t with shit |
Pop another tab, nigga, let’s get lit |
UA, we run this bitch |
Pop another 2, I’m trippin', bitch |
Got my 3rd eye open, I see with it |
Got my heart wide open, I feel with it |
Now we are the gods, nigga make a wish |
UA, Beast Coast, real trippy shit |
You ain’t, you ain’t with shit |
Pop another tab, nigga, let’s get lit |
UA, we run this bitch |
Pop another 2, I’m trippin', bitch |
Got my 3rd eye open, I see with it |
Got my heart wide open, I feel with it |
Now we are the gods, nigga make a wish |
UA, Beast Coast, real trippy shit |