Count Wienr - Bad Trip lyrics

[Hook: Count Wienr] I've got a bad trip - I've got a bad trip I can't feel f**ing face and can't stand on my feet Devil b**h brings sh**, I'm unpacking new brick She slides down to hips, feel her lips on my dick [Verse: Count Wienr] My cash flow rises up and my life is okay So much blunts, so much lean, I'm 'bout to lay into grave Now let's rock, get this sh**, every day is like Sunday Making things, check it out, every day i am grindin' You be like smoke and talk: "Beamer, Bentley or Benz?" I'm 'bout to keep myself alive without thinking of friends You smoke ten blunts, then you tryna make a speech of your trends So I be like "Ugh!" - that's all that my speech now contents You say I'm flexin' — you are not even close I f**ing lost my mind cause I fall into overdose Money over hoes, but I need no money I have to wake up inside and it's not even funny I'm calling my shawty, I'm thinking who I be All this voices in my head like these shadows around me All this b**hes surround me and I see them smiley All these tentacles and horns are about to blind me [Hook: Count Wienr] I've got a bad trip - I've got a bad trip I can't feel f**ing face and can't stand on my feet Devil b**h brings sh**, I'm unpacking new brick She slides down to hips, feel her lips on my dick