[Chorus 1: Lil' Wyte] Well I've been trippin' for 10 hours on 3 hits of liquid microdot (I'm on acid - acid) Gettin' chased around the car by some midgets in the parking lot (I'm on acid - acid) Feedin' doritos to a tree, a million spiders after me (I'm on acid - acid) I'm runnin' around havin' a fit, on myself I'm about to shit (I'm on acid - acid)
[Lil' Wyte] could you imagine feelin' all calm then all of the sudden your fingers get numb? feet start freezin', what is the season? where we at? and why we leaving? Trees are shrinkin', turnin' plants to roots and roots back into seeds And clowns are changin', comin' at me, different directions now I'm freakin' Toes are rakin', body shakin' Mane, I thought it was some crack Called the fire department, told 'em I had a flame upon my back This shit's crazy, plus enable, razors dancing on the table There's the horse, we got a horse, yeah we do and I've seen the stable Quit your flaugin, I ain't flaugin Got a beat in who you're talking to I'm talking to you talking to me Listenin' 'cause I have you and I have to Be kinda smart to even catch that I might be trippin' but the pimpin' grippin' gotta spit that With no expectancy I made a party from a robbery Accidentally, kicked then tripped the thief when he had ran by me Fuck police, we're gonna sentence this trick here to LSD 50 shot of purple microdot you will be gone a week
[Chorus 2: Lil' Wyte] 20-20 vision blur and can't even feel the syrup (I'm on acid - acid) I can smoke a pound of dro, drink myself under the floor (I'm on acid - acid) Put the straw up to your nose, take the blow straight to your dome (I'm on acid - acid) You passin' out in my front yard, throwin' up on Xanax bars (I'm on acid - acid)
[Lil' Wyte] Well, I wishing I was sober, feel the shit from head to shoulders This ain't even halfway over, it's the part I'm waiting to show you Laughin' long time like hyenas, laughed a long time at vienas In the can or out the can they still look like a can a penis I'm the meanest, acid-taking, down-south-cracker on the mic Change start crankin', got you thinkin', good trip gonna turn to a fright Bubble popping, trails are watchin', foes done cross the fuckin' room A dog came in the den and made a mess and then asked for the broom Now I'm about hit the sack 'cause I can't take this shit no more Relax my mind, take a deep breath and let my head sink in pillow Take a seven hour nap, wake up seven minutes later This the greatest drug the seventies is ever fucking gave us Yes it's major don't be playin' - when you drop it will hit you If it's gel caps or liquid - microdots yes I'm with you And I'm flippin' cross the Roll, visual contact lightning globe The space ship I'm flying landed in the Bay - I have to go
[Chorus 3: Lil' Wyte] By now, I'm weak in some pain and my body's feeling drained (I'm on acid - acid) Comin' down upon my trip and my skin's about rip (I'm on acid - acid) I'll probably sleep till Thursday and it's only Sunday (I'm on acid - acid) Wakin' up on that Thursday to have another Saturday (I'm on acid - acid)