[Hook: Count Wienr] I've got a bad trip - I've got a bad trip I can't feel fucking face and can't stand on my feet Devil bitch brings shit, 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 shit, 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 fucking 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 bitches 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 fucking face and can't stand on my feet Devil bitch brings shit, I'm unpacking new brick She slides down to hips, feel her lips on my dick