[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your f**ing grape n***a, turn your sh** to red wine
Dont f** up my high n***a, I'm too gone, bye n***a
She get dick, weed and ignored, thats a D.W.I n***a
My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me
The ground movin', I'm seeing sh**, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing like im getting buried
I've been f**ing Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary
I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards
I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on
I graduated to better d**, my cap and gown on
Don't knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice
I'm high as the scoreboard, b**h look up at my points
I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
I woke up and got high again, O.K, I'm reloaded
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Weed, pills and that drank
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shoutout to my weed man, shoutout to my lean man
p**y a** n***a wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can
I'm high n***a dont blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
I dont know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life pa**ing, take a b**h home, f** like rabbits
Styrofoam cups and wine gla**es, shot gla**es, hot flashes
My tounges numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different d**, I'm diverse
Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked
I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some p**y
Tunechi
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[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Musty herb in a zip lock
Twisted up top notch
Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat
Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke
This that Cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the models do the coke
Tryna' get some becky in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I take a drag
Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm gona' smash
They call me the trippy king, dont try me n***a
Juicy J with the Taylors, chinese eyes n***a
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