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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wyte
Lil Wyte
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Patrick Lanshaw
Patrick Lanshaw
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, I've been tripping for ten hours
On three hits of liquid microdot
(I'm on acid, acid)
Man, what's this supposed to do to us anyway, man?
Getting chased around the car by some midgets in the parking lot
(I'm on acid, acid)
Hey, is that midget coming over here?
Feeding Doritos through a tree, a million spiders after me
(I'm on acid, acid)
Ah, come on, I bet it can't eat just one
I'm running around, having a fit on myself, I'm 'bout to shit
(I'm on acid, acid)
Man, I gotta get to a toilet, dog
[Verse 2]
Could you imagine feeling all calm
Then all of a sudden, your fingers get numb
Knees start freezing, what is the season
Where are we at and why are we leaving
Trees are shrinking, turning plants to roots
And roots back into seeds
And clouds are changing, coming at me
Different directions, now I'm freaking
[Verse 3]
Toes are raking, body shaking
Man, I thought it was some crack
Called the fire department
Told 'em I had a flame up on my back
This shit's crazy, plus enable
Raisons dancing on the table
There's the horse, we got a horse
Yeah, we do and I've seen the stable
Quit your flaunting, I ain't flaunting
Got a beat and who you talking to
[Verse 4]
I'm talking to you talking to me
Listening 'cause I have you
And I have to
Be kinda smart to even catch that
I might be tripping but the pimping, gripping
Gotta spit that
With no expectancy, I made a party from a robbery
Accidentally kicked and tripped the thief
When he had ran by me
Fuck police, we gon' send this district here to LSD
Fifty shot of purple microdot, you will be gone a week
[Verse 5]
Twenty twenty, vision blurred and can't even feel the syrup
(I'm on acid, acid)
Man, I can't believe this stuff's stronger than that syrup
I can smoke a pound of dro, drink myself under the floor
(I'm on acid, acid)
I can't even feel none of these beers, man, my eyes ain't red
Put the straw up to your nose, take the blow straight to your dome
(I'm on acid, acid)
All in the mental, that snot, dog, I'm tripping
You passing out in my front yard
Throwing up off Xanax bars
(I'm on acid, acid)
Feel like you took about one too many of them pills
[Verse 6]
Well, I'm wishing I was sober
Feel the shit from head to shoulders
This ain't even halfway over
It's the part I'm waiting to show ya
Laughing long time like hyenas
Laughed a long time at Viena's
In the can or out the can
They still look like a can of peanuts
I'm the meanest acid-taking, down south cracker on the mic
Chainsaw cranking, gotcha thinking
Good trip gon' turn to a fright
Bubble popping, trails I'm watching
Floating 'cross the fucking room
My dog came in the den and made a mess
And then that's for the broom
[Verse 7]
Now I'm 'bout to hit the sack
'Cause 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 '70s has ever fucking gave us
Yes, it's major, don't be playing
When you drop it, it will hit you
If it's gel caps or liquid, microdots, yes, I'm with ya
And I'm flipping 'cross the road
Visual contact, lightning globe
The spaceship I'm flying landed in the Bay, I have to go
[Verse 8]
By now, I'm weak in some pain and my body's feeling drained
(I'm on acid, acid)
Man, I feel like I can't even walk no more
Coming down off of my trip and my skin's about to rip
(I'm on acid, acid)
I can hear my hands hurting
I'll probably sleep till Thursday and it's only Sunday
(I'm on acid, acid)
I can't wait to hit my bed, man
Waking up on that Thursday to have another Saturday
(I'm on acid, acid)
Man, I can't wait till I find some more of that shit
Written by: Lil Wyte
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