Trip on My Words
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โฑ๏ธ 3:31 duration
๐ ID: 4394945
๐ Lyrics
I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was wearing last night
Your boy's a little greasy
Oh God, mother, father, please believe me
I been waiting too long, I been taking it easy
I been stressin' with the situation, know you have too
All the warmth I be having, it be coming from you
Been my own lab rat, doing tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my mind up and what would put me in my place
What would show me my light, and guide me out my dark
When my finish line was
Where I began, where I start
It isn't easy
Thinkin' how I'm thinkin'
All the wrong I did, sorry just part of business
And these lies that I told
And I trip on my words
Now I trip on my words
But then I stay tripping that's absurd
Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
Throw it way back when, when my diet was shit
Pissing on my mama, pops still calling me shit
I've been dodging all the drama, smoking in public
I've been missing all the action, being higher than blimps
Like some Goodyear running so fast with these wings on
Throughout my bands and I got me my scots on
Voice got deep since the seven oh
Look me in my eyes, man, this boy is fully grown
Now they wanna take my soul, they wanna sell it for gold
But the joke's on them because I don't have one to hold
My hair's redder than the rising sun
Smoking so much reefer feel like Cheech and Chong
Off the fucking ganja like a Rastaman
Still jammin' out like god damn
But I stick to the finer things, like mama home cooked meals
That's how love feels, you bitch
Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
But I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really wanna
Your boy's a little greasy
Oh God, mother, father, please believe me
I been waiting too long, I been taking it easy
I been stressin' with the situation, know you have too
All the warmth I be having, it be coming from you
Been my own lab rat, doing tests for days
Seeing what would fuck my mind up and what would put me in my place
What would show me my light, and guide me out my dark
When my finish line was
Where I began, where I start
It isn't easy
Thinkin' how I'm thinkin'
All the wrong I did, sorry just part of business
And these lies that I told
And I trip on my words
Now I trip on my words
But then I stay tripping that's absurd
Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
Throw it way back when, when my diet was shit
Pissing on my mama, pops still calling me shit
I've been dodging all the drama, smoking in public
I've been missing all the action, being higher than blimps
Like some Goodyear running so fast with these wings on
Throughout my bands and I got me my scots on
Voice got deep since the seven oh
Look me in my eyes, man, this boy is fully grown
Now they wanna take my soul, they wanna sell it for gold
But the joke's on them because I don't have one to hold
My hair's redder than the rising sun
Smoking so much reefer feel like Cheech and Chong
Off the fucking ganja like a Rastaman
Still jammin' out like god damn
But I stick to the finer things, like mama home cooked meals
That's how love feels, you bitch
Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
Please God make it so I won't fall short
Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
But I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really wanna
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.69] I dead-ass woke up in the clothes I was wearing last night
[00:16.16] Your boy's a little greasy
[00:21.11] Oh God, mother, father, please believe me
[00:23.75] I been waiting too long, I been taking it easy
[00:26.33] I been stressin' with the situation, know you have too
[00:28.98] All the warmth I be having, it be coming from you
[00:31.56] Been my own lab rat, doing tests for days
[00:34.17] Seeing what would fuck my mind up and what would put me in my place
[00:36.78] What would show me my light, and guide me out my dark
[00:39.38] When my finish line was
[00:40.61] Where I began, where I start
[00:41.86] It isn't easy
[00:42.70] Thinkin' how I'm thinkin'
[00:44.97] All the wrong I did, sorry just part of business
[00:47.89] And these lies that I told
[00:53.71] And I trip on my words
[00:56.22] Now I trip on my words
[00:59.00] But then I stay tripping that's absurd
[01:08.34] Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
[01:11.37] Please God make it so I won't fall short
[01:14.08] Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
[01:17.04] But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
[01:19.97] Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
[01:23.14] Please God make it so I won't fall short
[01:25.89] Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
[01:28.89] But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
[01:31.81] Throw it way back when, when my diet was shit
[01:34.63] Pissing on my mama, pops still calling me shit
[01:37.35] I've been dodging all the drama, smoking in public
[01:40.03] I've been missing all the action, being higher than blimps
[01:42.64] Like some Goodyear running so fast with these wings on
[01:45.64] Throughout my bands and I got me my scots on
[01:48.56] Voice got deep since the seven oh
[01:50.55] Look me in my eyes, man, this boy is fully grown
[01:53.13] Now they wanna take my soul, they wanna sell it for gold
[01:55.77] But the joke's on them because I don't have one to hold
[01:58.21] My hair's redder than the rising sun
[02:00.62] Smoking so much reefer feel like Cheech and Chong
[02:03.26] Off the fucking ganja like a Rastaman
[02:05.77] Still jammin' out like god damn
[02:08.80] But I stick to the finer things, like mama home cooked meals
[02:12.74] That's how love feels, you bitch
[02:25.76] Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
[02:28.03] Please God make it so I won't fall short
[02:30.74] Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
[02:33.60] But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
[02:36.53] Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
[02:39.59] Please God make it so I won't fall short
[02:42.27] Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
[02:45.06] But I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really wanna
[02:50.13]
[00:16.16] Your boy's a little greasy
[00:21.11] Oh God, mother, father, please believe me
[00:23.75] I been waiting too long, I been taking it easy
[00:26.33] I been stressin' with the situation, know you have too
[00:28.98] All the warmth I be having, it be coming from you
[00:31.56] Been my own lab rat, doing tests for days
[00:34.17] Seeing what would fuck my mind up and what would put me in my place
[00:36.78] What would show me my light, and guide me out my dark
[00:39.38] When my finish line was
[00:40.61] Where I began, where I start
[00:41.86] It isn't easy
[00:42.70] Thinkin' how I'm thinkin'
[00:44.97] All the wrong I did, sorry just part of business
[00:47.89] And these lies that I told
[00:53.71] And I trip on my words
[00:56.22] Now I trip on my words
[00:59.00] But then I stay tripping that's absurd
[01:08.34] Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
[01:11.37] Please God make it so I won't fall short
[01:14.08] Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
[01:17.04] But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
[01:19.97] Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
[01:23.14] Please God make it so I won't fall short
[01:25.89] Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
[01:28.89] But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
[01:31.81] Throw it way back when, when my diet was shit
[01:34.63] Pissing on my mama, pops still calling me shit
[01:37.35] I've been dodging all the drama, smoking in public
[01:40.03] I've been missing all the action, being higher than blimps
[01:42.64] Like some Goodyear running so fast with these wings on
[01:45.64] Throughout my bands and I got me my scots on
[01:48.56] Voice got deep since the seven oh
[01:50.55] Look me in my eyes, man, this boy is fully grown
[01:53.13] Now they wanna take my soul, they wanna sell it for gold
[01:55.77] But the joke's on them because I don't have one to hold
[01:58.21] My hair's redder than the rising sun
[02:00.62] Smoking so much reefer feel like Cheech and Chong
[02:03.26] Off the fucking ganja like a Rastaman
[02:05.77] Still jammin' out like god damn
[02:08.80] But I stick to the finer things, like mama home cooked meals
[02:12.74] That's how love feels, you bitch
[02:25.76] Wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
[02:28.03] Please God make it so I won't fall short
[02:30.74] Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
[02:33.60] But I'm really writing just to show what I am worth
[02:36.53] Wanna, wanna make it, wanna shoot for the stars
[02:39.59] Please God make it so I won't fall short
[02:42.27] Haven't been the best writer, no been good with these words
[02:45.06] But I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really wanna
[02:50.13]