Trippy

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes Bust your fucking grape nigga, turn your shit to red wine Dont fuck up my high nigga, I'm too gone, bye nigga She get dick, weed and ignored, thats a D.W.I nigga My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me The ground movin', I'm seeing shit, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing like im getting buried I've been fucking Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on I graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown on Don't knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice I'm high as the scoreboard, bitch look up at my points I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded I woke up and got high again, O.K, I'm reloaded [Hook] Weed, pills and that drank Thats my trippy kit Thats my trippy kit Thats my trippy kit [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Shoutout to my weed man, shoutout to my lean man Pussy ass nigga wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can I'm high nigga dont blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it I dont know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a bitch home, fuck like rabbits Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes My tounges numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm diverse Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some pussy Tunechi [Hook] [Verse 3: Juicy J] Musty herb in a zip lock Twisted up top notch Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke This that Cali kush, I motivate not gloat All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke Tryna' get some becky in the backseat of the ghost Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag Wake up every morning and I take a drag Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh In your baby mama ear and I'm gona' smash They call me the trippy king, dont try me nigga Juicy J with the Taylors, chinese eyes nigga [Hook]