Don't got much, but I got enough
Keep my shit rolled and my papers clutch
For the days a f*ck I can't give
For times spread too thin, tied up in loose ends
And highs that don't end
And if it's all about balance, I'm trying to find one
Between my talents, my mattress, and my income
So when I get up on the mic to flip the language
I make sure it bump like a blunt with laces
And I ain't indifferent, got nothing but vision
And I'ma only be out when it's finished, but at times
Days blur, and the years take
Read between the lines, and I drew a blank
But with the canvas clear, I grab the cosmic paintbrush
Map out a masterpiece and I say it ain't much
Laid the blueprint, now it's due, kid
I produce shit that make your head rock stupid
Like it's whiplash, roll another spliff fast
Puff and pass til the pain gone, that's the shit we on
Talk in tongues like some Klingon with speech impediment
Check the requisite of tearing up tracks so eloquently as I proceed to wander off
I ponder thought, my existence is on and off
Caught between devils and gods
In the halls of two truths I walk alone with my own law
If I could just vibe in the moment
I'd be lost in the moment
I'd be gone by the morning
Smoke this to the face, now I'm zoning
Can I kick it? I guess you should
Bring the speakers, we could freak the neighborhood
And when the pigs break in, we'll round em up for bacon
This shit is ours for the taking
And don't nothing hit the same like that Bogota rain
I strain to keep a clear view through these lenses
The end is, always round the corner unexpected
And when it finally blows you out your frame, you win the game, kid
Where you go? Don't nobody know
Life and Death, never cerain, just imposed
So I close the curtains and let go
Before I get too deep in the rabbit hole, it ain't no coming back
Oh well, it feels better without the guilt trip
But the ladder to heaven wasn't built stiff
So I learned to anticipate the bends
I think I'll feel better when my shift ends
Rolling my blunt on a friday afternoon
I don't know if I'll be landing soon
But I'll be back eventually cause the trip don't last long
Yeah the trip don't last long
Rolling my blunt on a friday afternoon
I don't know if I'll be landing soon
But I'll be back eventually cause the trip don't last long
Yeah the trip don't last long
Ace Hux - The Trip Lyrics
Ace Hux - The Trip Lyrics
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Don't got much, but I got enough
Keep my shit rolled and my papers clutch
For the days a f*ck I can't give
For times spread too thin, tied up in loose ends
And highs that don't end
And if it's all about balance, I'm trying to find one
Between my talents, my mattress, and my income
So when I get up on the mic to flip the language
I make sure it bump like a blunt with laces
And I ain't indifferent, got nothing but vision
And I'ma only be out when it's finished, but at times
Days blur, and the years take
Read between the lines, and I drew a blank
But with the canvas clear, I grab the cosmic paintbrush
Map out a masterpiece and I say it ain't much
Laid the blueprint, now it's due, kid
I produce shit that make your head rock stupid
Like it's whiplash, roll another spliff fast
Puff and pass til the pain gone, that's the shit we on
Talk in tongues like some Klingon with speech impediment
Check the requisite of tearing up tracks so eloquently as I proceed to wander off
I ponder thought, my existence is on and off
Caught between devils and gods
In the halls of two truths I walk alone with my own law
If I could just vibe in the moment
I'd be lost in the moment
I'd be gone by the morning
Smoke this to the face, now I'm zoning
Can I kick it? I guess you should
Bring the speakers, we could freak the neighborhood
And when the pigs break in, we'll round em up for bacon
This shit is ours for the taking
And don't nothing hit the same like that Bogota rain
I strain to keep a clear view through these lenses
The end is, always round the corner unexpected
And when it finally blows you out your frame, you win the game, kid
Where you go? Don't nobody know
Life and Death, never cerain, just imposed
So I close the curtains and let go
Before I get too deep in the rabbit hole, it ain't no coming back
Oh well, it feels better without the guilt trip
But the ladder to heaven wasn't built stiff
So I learned to anticipate the bends
I think I'll feel better when my shift ends
Rolling my blunt on a friday afternoon
I don't know if I'll be landing soon
But I'll be back eventually cause the trip don't last long
Yeah the trip don't last long
Rolling my blunt on a friday afternoon
I don't know if I'll be landing soon
But I'll be back eventually cause the trip don't last long
Yeah the trip don't last long
Keep my shit rolled and my papers clutch
For the days a f*ck I can't give
For times spread too thin, tied up in loose ends
And highs that don't end
And if it's all about balance, I'm trying to find one
Between my talents, my mattress, and my income
So when I get up on the mic to flip the language
I make sure it bump like a blunt with laces
And I ain't indifferent, got nothing but vision
And I'ma only be out when it's finished, but at times
Days blur, and the years take
Read between the lines, and I drew a blank
But with the canvas clear, I grab the cosmic paintbrush
Map out a masterpiece and I say it ain't much
Laid the blueprint, now it's due, kid
I produce shit that make your head rock stupid
Like it's whiplash, roll another spliff fast
Puff and pass til the pain gone, that's the shit we on
Talk in tongues like some Klingon with speech impediment
Check the requisite of tearing up tracks so eloquently as I proceed to wander off
I ponder thought, my existence is on and off
Caught between devils and gods
In the halls of two truths I walk alone with my own law
If I could just vibe in the moment
I'd be lost in the moment
I'd be gone by the morning
Smoke this to the face, now I'm zoning
Can I kick it? I guess you should
Bring the speakers, we could freak the neighborhood
And when the pigs break in, we'll round em up for bacon
This shit is ours for the taking
And don't nothing hit the same like that Bogota rain
I strain to keep a clear view through these lenses
The end is, always round the corner unexpected
And when it finally blows you out your frame, you win the game, kid
Where you go? Don't nobody know
Life and Death, never cerain, just imposed
So I close the curtains and let go
Before I get too deep in the rabbit hole, it ain't no coming back
Oh well, it feels better without the guilt trip
But the ladder to heaven wasn't built stiff
So I learned to anticipate the bends
I think I'll feel better when my shift ends
Rolling my blunt on a friday afternoon
I don't know if I'll be landing soon
But I'll be back eventually cause the trip don't last long
Yeah the trip don't last long
Rolling my blunt on a friday afternoon
I don't know if I'll be landing soon
But I'll be back eventually cause the trip don't last long
Yeah the trip don't last long
Writer: Sergio Contreras
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