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High And Trippin' Lyrics - Artist : Devin The Dude
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it? High and I'm trippin', I'm in the kitchen Fryin' up some chicken, but rhymes you've been missin' I put away the pots and pans, time to punch the clock again Hit the stage, rock the fans, a lot of weed, lot of hands in the air Hit the square, that's some pretty good shit you have You rolled it kinda crooked, yeah, it's a hole in it, lookie there Hold it like you're playin a flute; I don't like to stay in the booth But I need to fix my teeth, they say I look like a sabre-tooth Nevermind them, bitches, I get behind 'em And grind 'em so hard I make 'em cough up a condom I'm just bullshittin', I'm too old to bang for hours Mr. Copeland come [?] with a gang of flowers But if your thang is sour, go find a shower Pantyliner and some kind of fine vagina powder I was lookin' for some strangé since I was a young age Dick got stiff soon as I took a whiff one day Can you hear it? Aw yeah! (Can you hear it?) Can you hear it? Drunk and I'm trippin', coochie grippin', tequila sippin' Not beefin', never slippin', still Cadillac dippin' Heineken tippin', script, never flip it Just lost my ambition for random women, pokin' and pimpin' Can you hear it? In my voice? Well, of course you can't, 'cause I'm lyin' But you can ask my wife, I been tryin' Damn, I got divorced a few times, but don't give up on me Fuck with me; fuck me over, your luck'll be Bad as fuck 'cause you're stuck with me Lots of chokin' and knuckling, no more grinnin' and chuckling Devin, pass me the weed, so I can touch the sky when I jump What the fuck am I talkin' about? Nothin' A-can you hear it? Aw yeah! Can you hear it? A-can you hear it? Aw y-y-yeah! Yeah, I flow cool out a Cadillac Been known to keep it funky like the product in the Similac I blow a sack while I'm drippin' facts all over wax Mr. Artifacts came to kick it in the art of rap A heart attack, the acts that only glitz wearin' they gold Ain't a solid object rapper got the gift to be this dope Make amazin' situations happen, killin' [?] I'm a bad man, context: mad professional Quantum leap, I gotta be the scientific when I spit it Stimulated, highly medicated, comin' wit' it vivid Buzzin' like a bee, Muhammad Ali, you can find me Poppin' tops and killin' quarts in front of M-I-C Can you hear it? (Can ya, can ya hear it, can ya hear it?) Can ya hear it? Aw yeah! |
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