French The Kid
French The Kid
French The Kid
French The Kid
French The Kid
French The Kid
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French The Kid
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[Verse 1]
Ya I've been talkin' to myself
Tryin' to figure out these remedies
The consequences of my actions
Tryna get the best of me
Whippin' up a masterpiece
To find this recipe
But trapping honestly, I swear this shit was destiny
Really took some trauma, really took some pain
Yeah I was really on the border of turnin' insane
Like I would smoke outside my window dreamin' better days
But success has a made a way though all the storm and rain
Makе it out, you just need to take me in
Broski tryin' to flake it out
Always prayin' not to sin
Pеople tryna draw me out
Cuzzie I don't feel a thing
Hate it when you make it, guess that's just the world we're in
Smashin' through a window of a stolen Range
That's how couple friends of mine are gettin' paid
Flyin' with a limit, you're a paper plane
Bitch I'm in my bag I'm in a single lane
[Chorus]
I just wanna bill it by the ocean
Smokin' all my worries 'til the bud fades out
Always tryna ask me 'bout emotion
Skip the question that's some shit I just can't say now (Can't say now)
Yeah, I'm still remincsening thinkin' how my life turned 'round
Yeah, life's a psychedelic trippin' 'til my dreams slows down
[Verse 2]
Yo, I'm battling my slender
My family eastender
I mix widda blender
And flick your defender
Don't fuck with my gang
You're a bluff, you're a trender
Your soft in the middle like a wing when it's tender
My heart was gold linkin' with the wrong gang
Chillin' with the dealers I was devious as a younger man
They call me Peter Pan I'll take you to that Neverland
I tried to help my haters, I just think they need a daily plan
Just understand the realness that I am tryna preach
I was endin' up in cells now I'm down the beach
Chillin' with the baddest little woman of my fucking dreams
You can't tell me that I'm gifted like it's make believe
You can't tell me that the devil took my soul
That the Benz or my Rollie really shine but I don't show
'Cause the way that I grew up is implemented in my soul
My momma told me spend my money but to never let it snow
[Chorus]
I just wanna bill it by the ocean
Smokin' all my worries 'til the bud fades out
Always tryna ask me 'bout emotion
Skip the question that's some shit I just can't say now (Can't say now)
Yeah, I'm still remincsening thinkin' how my life turned 'round
Yeah, life's a psychedelic trippin' 'til my dreams slows down
Trip was written by French The Kid.
Trip was produced by Chucks.
French The Kid released Trip on Fri Apr 14 2023.
This is a reminder: French is still heavy on his rap stuff. I’d recorded this song maybe a year ago, on a different beat, it was a little too happy and didn’t really match with the bars. So I’ve gone back in with [UK producers] Chucks and Honeywoodsix, proper serious beatmakers, and they’ve really u...