Trip

[Chorus] Wander the city till it's morning I really think this shit was laced with something Got me tripping in the PM, got me tripping in the morning [Verse] Lights flashing, weed passing Liege snapback, that's trill fashion Ya girl wanna chill with YachtMansion Looking at me you ain't bout that action Phone a distant bitch, she ain't local She from London, that bitch global Smoking on that purp, who got the light? We off that syrup who got the sprite, nigga? [Chorus] [Bridge] Got me tripping in the PM, got me tripping in the morning [Verse 2] Smoking on that I'm on another level Gold swinging like it's Mayweather Money Team, brown bag, drinking on that liquor Her daddy own the Marriot downtown She told me I'm flyest nigga on the ground Like I ain't heard that before Keep it blazing with the Supreme towel under the door [Chorus 2] I'm seeing vivid shit I'm tripping bitch I'm seeing shooting stars and neon pyramids [Bridge]