CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Day Trippers
Uh
Going back, I've been prone to impulsive actions
So imaginative when there's no distractions
Never mind, I set my eye on the event's horizon
I guess we die, and then we float within the total blackness
We make believe, we in love
Uh, I make 'em leave in a huff
Make 'em scream out of fear
We from underneath the rock so f**k what the pеople want
Make 'em bleed from thе ears
Pretty sick of getting my arse kicked
Finna get a weapon and blast it
You best forget what you heard
Yes, every word, just step to the curb
With the rest of the trash, b*t*h
Sticking mixtapes in the waste bin
Day trippers, sh*tfaced, gettin' wasted
Now we finna bring the pain to you lames
While you singing in the rain
Don't mistake it for hatred
Yo, I get lumped in with lames and labelled as a loser
Both lungs been inflamed, inhaling bags of Bugler
The rap ruler, persona non grata
I hold the mic proper like a bonafide rider
Me and the dogs tryin' to eat, get the Eukanuba
Super duper on the beat, skippin' through minutia
Make a drink then I poof a hookah
Give the grass a hit
Forget the past, I can view the future
Cash my chips, bought the farm
No receipt needed
Your "Delete these D's" gettin' deleted
Ringleader of the team and you're a bench warmer
Step forward and support, that's a direct order
[Verse 3: Psalm One]
Going back, I've been prone to impulsive actions
So imaginative when there's no distractions
Never mind, I set my eye on the event's horizon
I guess we die, and then we float within the total blackness
We make believe, we in love
Uh, I make 'em leave in a huff
Make 'em scream out of fear
We from underneath the rock so f**k what the pеople want
Make 'em bleed from thе ears
Pretty sick of getting my arse kicked
Finna get a weapon and blast it
You best forget what you heard
Yes, every word, just step to the curb
With the rest of the trash, b*t*h
Sticking mixtapes in the waste bin
Day trippers, sh*tfaced, gettin' wasted
Now we finna bring the pain to you lames
While you singing in the rain
Don't mistake it for hatred
Yo, I get lumped in with lames and labelled as a loser
Both lungs been inflamed, inhaling bags of Bugler
The rap ruler, persona non grata
I hold the mic proper like a bonafide rider
Me and the dogs tryin' to eat, get the Eukanuba
Super duper on the beat, skippin' through minutia
Make a drink then I poof a hookah
Give the grass a hit
Forget the past, I can view the future
Cash my chips, bought the farm
No receipt needed
Your "Delete these D's" gettin' deleted
Ringleader of the team and you're a bench warmer
Step forward and support, that's a direct order
[Verse 3: Psalm One]
