Day Trippers by The Palmer Squares (Ft. Psalm One)
Day Trippers by The Palmer Squares (Ft. Psalm One)

Day Trippers

The Palmer Squares & Psalm One * Track #8 On Out With The Old

Day Trippers Lyrics

[Verse 1: Terminal Knowledge]
Uh, going back, I've been prone to impulsive actions
So imaginative when there's no distractions
Never mind, I set my eye on the event horizon
I guess we die and then we float within the total blackness
We make believe we in love
Uh, I make 'em leave in a huff
Make 'em scream out of fear
We from underneath the rock so fuck what the pеople want
Make 'em bleed from thе ears
Pretty sick of getting my ass kicked
Finna get a weapon and blast it
You best forget what you heard
Yes, every word, just step to the curb
With the rest of the trash, bitch
Sticking mixtapes in the waste bin
Day trippers, shitfaced, gettin' wasted
Now we finna bring the pain to you lames
While you singing in the rain
Don't mistake it for hatred

[Verse 2: Acumental]
Yo, I get lumped in with lames and labelled as a loser
Both lungs been inflamed, inhaling bags of Bugler
The rap ruler, persona non grata
I hold the mic proper like a bonafide rider
Me and the dogs tryna eat, get the Eukanuba
Super duper on the beat, skippin' through minutia
Make a drink then I poof a hookah
Give the grass a hit, forget the past, I can view the future
Cash my chips, bought the farm, no receipt needed
You D-League deities gettin' deleted
Ringleader of the team and you're a bench warmer
Step forward and support, that's a direct order

[Verse 3: Psalm One]
Hi, would you believe that I got all the scores
I got on the boards?
Bookin' my own tours
Fuckin' my own whores
I'm poppin', you sore
You rockin', I'm bored
I'm sleepin' on you, you eatin' the apple, bitch
Adam buggin' for nookie
I just be wantin' to rip shit
[?] I'm ridin' if you fuck with us
What you buyin' I'm sellin', I'm wellin' if you knuckle up
Everybody be tryna tell me they got something real
But I'm [?] probably plastic when I check the field
With the calls I'm caustic and bossin' up on you students
What the fuck you could offer Kizzie, I built what you doin'
How you movin' [?] Angelina toss it up
Rapper chica, they beefin' this shit
But nobody rippin' as raw as us

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