Текст песни: Lil Wyte - Acid
[Lil` Wyte]
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`
Hoe`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
[Chorus 2: Lil` Wyte]
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)
[Lil` Wyte]
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
[Chorus 3: Lil` Wyte]
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)
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[Lil` Wyte]
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`
Hoe`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
[Chorus 2: Lil` Wyte]
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)
[Lil` Wyte]
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
[Chorus 3: Lil` Wyte]
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)
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