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freesouls - trippen lyrics
[chorus: jamel]
trippin’ trippin’ got lsd that’s all up inside of me, smokin’ smokin’ i got that good sh-t you know the chronic trees, f-ck these rappers f-ck all the rules and yo f-ck society, ain’t no lyin’ freesouls we flyin’ right through the galaxy
[verse 1: jordan]
i get mortified everytime i die when i’m trippin’, i get glorified every night i die when she l!ck it, i get fortified every time alive when i’m trippin’ high with the vision eyes dry fl!ck into position uh, don’t call up to grab it i have it all, keep the keys in my aura that’s overall, ball hard like a dragon it’s dragonball, sun tzu and it’s rich it’s the art of war, they ain’t ready for that new sh-t (nah), they ain’t ready for this movement (they ain’t ready for this movement)
[bridge: jamel]
trippin’ every motherf-ckin’ day, freesouls regulate
[verse 2: jamel]
i been f-ckin’ trippin’ man all these visions are so supreme, pop three tabs my body’s missin’ my spirit’s about to dream, coz my higher self never felt something real i need to manifest, and my soul repelled save myself all the demons that never left, i been astral projectin’ up in the skies learnin’ lessons about my egos connection to the universe and it’s message, since i was seventeen smokin’ weed mixin’ sh-t with that dmt, i started to see energies, deep dimensions inside of me
[chorus: jamel]
trippin’ trippin’ got lsd that’s all up inside of me, smokin’ smokin’ i got that good sh-t you know the chronic trees, f-ck these rappers f-ck all the rules and yo f-ck society, ain’t no lyin’ freesouls we flyin’ right through the galaxy (x2)
[verse 3: king]
(ayy) cuttin’ white squares kept me up for like three days, runnin’ eyes red copped an oc for like free babe, sus the mix i got a vodka fifth and 4 caps with a bag on the backseat, lost my sense went to get on again with no cash for a cab but i’m crashin’ out, 2 bumps till i’m thrashing round, get back whip the acid out, faster how we runnin’ this weight, stunt on you f-ckers with bud to the face, double or nothin’ my brothers don’t play like you lame motherf-ckers they put you away, takin’ them tabs to the back of the brain, gone for eight hours just ridin’ the wave b-tch
[chorus: jamel]
trippin’ trippin’ got lsd that’s all up inside of me, smokin’ smokin’ i got that good sh-t you know the chronic trees, f-ck these rappers f-ck all the rules and yo f-ck society, ain’t no lyin’ freesouls we flyin’ right through the galaxy (x2)
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