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(Yeah) (Jack Trippa) Rollin up a Backwood This Sherbet tastes so fuckin good Trippin on some Shroomies as I’m ridin, cruisin through yo hood Illusions got me questioning reality Am I real This life a simulation I ain’t fakin man that’s how I feel Are we a product of creation, or just an accident Let's make that clear Bad vibes mixed with LSD, it makes me feel like death is near Hit the blunt to calm me down, I feel like God is in the mirror Trippin every weekend in the deep end, I fear That I’m bout to drown (Goin up) Coke up in my nose I’m blackin out I think I’m goin down Feelin like my mind is lost in space No trace of bein found If I keep goin down this road no doubt I’ll end up in the ground Hallucinations tellin a story all about my own sound Taught me how to let it go Make my own frequency, and let my brain grow Expand my conscious, I can do it all alone Imma show you pack of pussies that this wolf can do it on his own (Takin Oxys) (Takin Oxys) (Takin Oxys) Takin Oxys takin Xannies then I wash it down with Henny Poison fillin up my head, even though I feel empty Rappers got a lotta clout, but I do not feel the envy Rather have four quarters than to have a hundred pennies Million reasons to kill it, though I don’t need too many Packin heat on these beats Yeah, you know that I got plenty (On God) Drugs got me slumped Yeah I’m tryna stay sober Imma f*ck up the game You won’t notice till it’s over