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Trip Video (MV)




Performed By: Mic Dee
Language: English
Length: 4:15
Written by: Michael Diaz




Mic Dee - Trip Lyrics
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I be smoking green leaf
Blow caution to wind like I been free
My motif completely concerns me
These blunts always burning
Crowds yearn for something to praise
They inferring
Like I ain't been on cloud nine
These past nights I took flight
No baggage claim to kill vibes
These red eyes done seen ties
Be broke off and swept away like low tides
All pride is all they show and it's all lies
So I'll be rolling phatties Till the weed runs out
Why they talking I'll be sparking till the kush rings out
Blunt between my teeth while I brake one down
My f*cks is at zero and it keeps going down
And they keep on making sounds
Yeah they talking it's exhausting
Man this weed is dumb loud
Find me in these dumb clouds
Get to busting if the stalking
But I think I'm chill now
But I think I need a pound
To make me more chilled out
I got the green on me like there's a forest in my truck
I got the beam tucked away in case niggas get buck
So don't trip nigga
Why trip we lit
Tuck the clips
We on trip don't trip
Eyes low when the sun hit
Reflection looking so sun kissed
Blunt hanging from dry lips
Reach back take a few sips
I got these benji's on my mind
But this Henney looking fine
Even stars can't steal my shine
Whip cleaner than in its prime
Smoking blunt number nine
Taking shots like columbine
Avoid all these concubines
Can't let them f*ck up my time
They just want what is mine
Can't let them f*ck up my vibe
I been established that my futures in the balance
Smoking cabbage out the package now I'm hyper than jack rabbits
With the right strain
It keeps me moving like these hamstrings
I can campaign
I'm called to duty I see blood stains
Puff away until that blood fades
All the sorrows drift away with the bud haze
Dome phased I feel my body drift in ways
It ain't a secret
I'm adding shrooms to the mix cuz it's the weekend I ain't sleeping
Niggas peeping
Bitches peeking cuz they like the vibe we leaking
Too faded to see they niggas tweaking
Too bent to straighten up for proper speaking
Too loose to give a f*ck bout what you thinking
Niggas peeping
Bitches peeking cuz they like the vibe we leaking
Too faded to see they niggas tweaking
Too bent to straighten up for proper speaking
Too loose to give a f*ck bout what you thinking
I got the green on me like there's a forest in my truck
I got the beam tucked away in case niggas get buck
So don't trip nigga
Why trip we lit
Cut the clips
We on trip don't trip
I got the green on me like there's a forest in my truck
I got the beam tucked away in case niggas get buck
So don't trip nigga
Why trip we lit
Cut the clips
We on trip don't trip
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English

I be smoking green leaf
Blow caution to wind like I been free
My motif completely concerns me
These blunts always burning
Crowds yearn for something to praise
They inferring
Like I ain't been on cloud nine
These past nights I took flight
No baggage claim to kill vibes
These red eyes done seen ties
Be broke off and swept away like low tides
All pride is all they show and it's all lies
So I'll be rolling phatties Till the weed runs out
Why they talking I'll be sparking till the kush rings out
Blunt between my teeth while I brake one down
My f*cks is at zero and it keeps going down
And they keep on making sounds
Yeah they talking it's exhausting
Man this weed is dumb loud
Find me in these dumb clouds
Get to busting if the stalking
But I think I'm chill now
But I think I need a pound
To make me more chilled out
I got the green on me like there's a forest in my truck
I got the beam tucked away in case niggas get buck
So don't trip nigga
Why trip we lit
Tuck the clips
We on trip don't trip
Eyes low when the sun hit
Reflection looking so sun kissed
Blunt hanging from dry lips
Reach back take a few sips
I got these benji's on my mind
But this Henney looking fine
Even stars can't steal my shine
Whip cleaner than in its prime
Smoking blunt number nine
Taking shots like columbine
Avoid all these concubines
Can't let them f*ck up my time
They just want what is mine
Can't let them f*ck up my vibe
I been established that my futures in the balance
Smoking cabbage out the package now I'm hyper than jack rabbits
With the right strain
It keeps me moving like these hamstrings
I can campaign
I'm called to duty I see blood stains
Puff away until that blood fades
All the sorrows drift away with the bud haze
Dome phased I feel my body drift in ways
It ain't a secret
I'm adding shrooms to the mix cuz it's the weekend I ain't sleeping
Niggas peeping
Bitches peeking cuz they like the vibe we leaking
Too faded to see they niggas tweaking
Too bent to straighten up for proper speaking
Too loose to give a f*ck bout what you thinking
Niggas peeping
Bitches peeking cuz they like the vibe we leaking
Too faded to see they niggas tweaking
Too bent to straighten up for proper speaking
Too loose to give a f*ck bout what you thinking
I got the green on me like there's a forest in my truck
I got the beam tucked away in case niggas get buck
So don't trip nigga
Why trip we lit
Cut the clips
We on trip don't trip
I got the green on me like there's a forest in my truck
I got the beam tucked away in case niggas get buck
So don't trip nigga
Why trip we lit
Cut the clips
We on trip don't trip
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Writer: Michael Diaz
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