Tripping

Tripping…..

I’m on clouds….

(Tripping)

………..

I’m tripping again

Tripping

I’m on clouds and I’m…

TRIPPING AGAIN

Feelings

Can’t stop feeling

Now

I’m Drinking again

I’m feening

Feening for love

That I

Start crying again

Said I’m lost In these pent up emotions

Now the clouds got me floating

I’m open

Sour patch,

mix the kush with some potions

Grab a freak, and a drink

with some lotions

In the streets you can find me I’m couping

Will the drugs kill the pain I be hoping

Cause I’m

Tripping

I’m clouds and I’m

Tripping again

Rolling blunts and I’m lifted again

Drinking hen now I’m

Tripping again

Blue dream, og kush is my erotica

I blow more weed melodies than a harmonica

I need more hits in my life so turn the volume up

Unplug me from the matrix, noose me right in front that mirror and tell me time is up

Blue dream, og kush is my erotica

I blow more weed melodies than a harmonica

I need more hits in my life so turn the volume up

Unplug me from the matrix, noose me right in front that mirror and tell me time is up