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thc_watseba - 'trippin' lyrics

(verse 1)
man my kush got me paranoid, got me heartless, like an android, so annoyed, by these snitch boy’s, gotta act quick boy (blakh blakh) now his brains are all over like the tabloids, i smoke another blunt phone on silent, to avoid my exes constant phonecall’s, now she got my chick tripping, my chick even learnt my p-ssword, checking out my call log’s, like ‘who is this i thought you were over with’ let me explain (blah blah) now i’m being ignored, smoke a 3rd blunt, like b-tch what you want all those phone calls are unanswered, she gets louder, my phone vibrates on the counter, grab it and outta here its my ex, should i answer? fall back into my old ways, f-ck i’m h-rny, but the love i got for my girl is corny, what should i do if she wanna p-rn/p-wn me, i guess i’ll just hang in there like wet laundry, man she be trippin, she be like me, she be tripping

(chorus)
man,this sh-t, got me trippin,man my weed got me tripping, man my chick got me trippin’, man this sh-t got me trippin my drink got me tripping, my money got me tripping,man this sh-t got me tripping it got me tripping, it got me tripping

(verse 2)
walking from a blak hand bash, left a few bottles, hollow, i think i’m being followed, no not twitter n-gg-, i mean by a k!ller n-gg- and being such a real n-gg-, i turn right around like what’s the deal n-gg-, like eskom, i’m on a power trip, like f-ck cowardness, in the building like a motherf-cking bomb threat, too bad the cops couldn’t disarm me, like bring your whole army, i spray all you roaches like mortein target, spit in the face of your sargent, and say pardon, i’m sorry, i’m tripping, feeling different, totally lifted, f-ck all the po-lice, get out of my hair, you a thorn in the -ss of a future billionaire, so just be aware, i could pull a chair, your legs in the air, now you tripping

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(verse 3)
they say i suffer from substance, abuse, well you would too, if you grew in a neighbourhood, where youth, stick to glue, like its food, where its all about the loot, where every girl is f-cking another dude, where they murk you cause you got too much virtue, where kids that are virtual, you know? life in a memory card, get robbed on their front yard, we use that money to record, they turn to the same guys that stuck em up, sorry guys, we gotta get our get budget up, blunted up, the hunger never strikes, its always there, gotta be severe, to push your career to another gear, makaveli of the 21st century, so you don’t wanna f-ck with me, i like money, hoes s-x and weed

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