Trippin Out

[Verse 1]
I'ma circle through my past quick
Friday in the school me my friends pitched a little bit of bread
To a dealer of a friend to roll some weed up at his fams crib
And show up to a festival that yearly would be planned and
We had been to it like every year before
Never went when we were baked so it was something to look forward to
Sitting in the classroom all the homies knew that we were waiting for the bell to ring cause we were bored of school
And once it did we met the 4 of us
Chilled for a bit and went to roll the blunts
No one at his home the place was all to us
Blast music through the speakers roll the substance
I think we rolled 2 so we took a puff
Off the first one i noticed it was harsher than it was
When I smoked in the past so I wondered why was this
Something told me that I shouldn’t think much of it
Smoked one now on to the next
Bumpin Rittz in his room while the drugs take effect
I shoulda known somethings off i didn't feel more relaxed
Just wired as fuck then my homie had asked
"Does anybody wanna hit the roach one more time before we go and hit the road?"
And I said fuck yeah and I did and oh my fucking god what the fuck did I get into bro

[Chorus]
I'm fucked up where did I go I’m so spaced out
Ah fuck I think I'm tripping out bro i'm so freaked out
Ah fuck am I gonna die I'm so fucking high yeah
Ah fuck tell me I'm alive out my fucking mind yeah

[Verse 2]
Fast forward to a year and a half
After what happened still I don't have any answers
One my friends that was there for that shitty event
Eventually got me back into smoking again
We cut school like fuck it go and smoke in the woods
High almost everyday even though I was shook
This one girl who was a friend said she hosting a party
And told us that we invited so we can show up and cool
A bunch of frats and bitches hangin out
They drinking man this isn't my scene
Thinking bout maybe dippin
And this chick I really liked at the time asked for a little dime bag before she left I sold a lil bit
And realized instead of smoking i can make some cash
And took a break and tried selling everyday after that
It went straight I'd say then one day I came back
To try and smoke with my friend and sell the rest of the stash
We packed a bowl in the backwoods
I hit it one time then I gave it back to him
He hit it more than I did then he asked if I want another drag
I said fuck it took the glass from him
Then I took a puff
But I think it may be more than one
And we stood up with the thought that we could go on a walk
And went down by the pond so we could sit on a log
I start to feel a little odd thinking oh my god I’m tripping out

[Chorus]
I’m fucked up where did I go I'm so spaced out
Ah fuck I think I’m tripping out bro i'm so freaked out
Ah fuck am I gonna die I'm so fucking high yeah
Ah fuck tell me I'm alive out my fucking mind yeah