The Trip

Lyrics

Woah, did my mind just blow
 I was standing up but now I'm on the floor
 Hands up on my head 'cause my brains out of control
 All my thoughts are rushing but everything else is slow
 Guys, we're in Hell
 Look around, can't you tell
 I think we just got hit by the bus
 I believe in God, but it wasn't enough
 Ask for forgiveness
 He will forgive us
 You must trust
 Did you drug me
 Imma get a gun and kill all of you
 Give me your headphones and your iPod, sucker
 Wait, what makes you feel like spaghetti
 Dancing on the random, brain cells are feeling heavy
 I take the iPod and try to shoot it in the trash
 It missed, hit the ground and then I laugh
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 I wasn't ready for this
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 I wasn't ready for this
 Wait, did you put it in my water
 Was it in the marijuana 'cause I feel like I'm a goner
 Now I'm gonna call a ride so I don't die
 Of course I get no answer, what a surprise
 Finally someone answer
 Can you pick me up
 I think I'm tripping
 This isn't just a buzz
 I'm on Semoran by the skating rink
 Blacking out, I can barely think
 I see a bright light and I think it's God
 I think I see Jesus, I must be tripping hard
 My vision in and out, this is tense
 I lean back to relax and melt through the fence
 I see my ride but don't want them to see me high
 We get in the car, I can't believe I'm still alive
 My whole body is tingly as we start to drive
 We pull over at a gas station and she walks inside
 She comes back and gives me a water bottle
 I look at her like she's possessed saying ah nah
 Are you trying to drug me too
 She says it'll help, but right now the only one I trust is myself
 I come to my senses and take a couple sips
 By this time, I'm like I'm so done with this
 Now we're driving passed the cones like ch, ch, ch
 Mind trapped in a zone of ch, ch, ch
 Everything repeating, now I'm sitting on a couch
 Repeating, now I'm sitting on a couch
 Now I'm sitting on a couch
 I'm sitting on a couch
 Sitting on a couch, on a couch, a couch, a couch blacking out
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 I wasn't ready for this
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
 I wasn't ready for this
 Macaroni, mash potatoes, chicken nuggets are deceitful
 All this evil, this nugget feels like cotton balls with some needles
 Go to the bathroom to try and clear out my system
 Searching for parts of my brain that I know are missing
 Look in the mirror, pupils back and forth from big to small, I'm tripping
 Feel like I might fall, watching my feet, man, I'm slipping
 End up at a church with my hands up for the first time
 Lord, if you help me now, I'll live for you, no more lies
 I've never been wise
 I'm close to my demise
 I walk out, feeling something trying to climb inside
 I throw up, now my whole world is twisted
 I get home after what feels like just a minute
 Attempt to eat bread to soak it up and make it go
 Tongue pushes it out, I have no control
 Next day and it's still this
 Wish I had a kill switch
 Out of touch with realness
 Clinched teeth with a steel fist
 I'm more than a lil pissed
 I'm about to throw an ill fit
 If only you could feel it just for a lil bit
 The longest week of a real trip

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Song Details

Duration
03:54
Key
2
Tempo
104 BPM

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