Your death is not made of fear, but it's born from life and started from birth, or for what it's worth, your conception, but that all depends on your election, face it, your perspection.
Some people like to lick it, others crack a shack, blaze it up and kick it. Some like to think, put the drink in the head, it all depends on the heads that you're willing to spit.
I need another lick, I need another lick, I need another lick, I need another lick.
As I fold up the *, sink deeper to your eardrums, alien fry ash rhymes as you hear them.
I breathe this out, it's from the darkest side of the planet, a little chamomile and no one's complaining.
The event's about to happen in the next few hours, I've entered a world with billions of flowers, pixies all dancing all around my head.
Chillin' to the melodies of the grateful dead, the rose get wavy and melt like gravy.
I ask myself, is there something better to save me?
Oh *, what the * have I done? A little pack of paper that I put on my collar.
Now the demons are coming from above and beyond and more than stabbing at my face with their razor and rebronze.
I ask myself, is it worth it to live? I guess I'm on the side of some blue, what's your trip?
I need another rip, I need another rip, I need another rip, I need another rip.
Some people like to lick it, others crack a shack, flesh it up and kick it.
Some like to think, put the drink in their head, all depends on the edge that you're willing to spit.
What's your trip? Do I lick it, do I sip? None of the above, cause I just take risks.
From a pipe, sometimes I bump, yes I sprung, cause it feels damn good.
When that liquor's in my lungs, I'm a culture man, I like a J in my hand.
At all times, burn it, show my high, never land.
I'ma get you so high, that's what I'm saying.
When it comes to smoking, man, I'm never faking.
To steady blazing, it's amazing how I'm racing.
And never perpetrating with the highs, I got no pain.
And I always gain, when I get all poor.
But when I'm bushed and lonely, all my earphones are gone.
Well then I pick it up, and then I spark it up.
And then I smoke it to the head until I'm wicked up.
No I can't deny, I'm trying these odds till the day that I die.
I take risks, so bitch, what's your trip?
I need another sip, I need another sip.
What's your trip?
I need another sip, I need another sip.
Some people like to lick it.
I just crack a shack, raise it up and kick it.
Some like to think, put the drink in their head.
It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spit.
What's your trip?
You wanna know my trip?
You wanna know your trip?
You wanna take a lick?
You wanna take a lick?
You wanna take a rip?
Well my trip is a sin sip.
I want some gin to give me a tip.
All point, I don't need a drink.
When I'm drinking, yes I'm seeking.
So I voted to get my buzz peaking.
Now I'm leaking all over my *.
Ah, what you wanna do?
Get another bottle of booze.
You should've ate some food instead of drinking on an empty stomach.
Just don't talk, cause my buzz is getting kind of crowded.
Buy your own dick, here comes another stack.
Well this is why they say you got to drink while you're rich.
Hatsman, what the *'s going on?
Hatsman, you need to stick to that bond.
Well now I'm face first, hands clenched and I'm deterred.
My head's on spits, I'm about to fall off of the earth.
My mouth's stuck to water excess.
* that *, man, that ain't what I'm about.
My eyes stuck to tear, but that puke I'm a fear.
Pass me more liquor, give me another beer.
Yeah, that's my motherfucking goal.
Shake down!
Some people like to lick it.
Others crack a sack, pledge it up and kick it.
Some like to think, put the drink in the hand.
All the plans, all the ends that you're willing to spit.
What's your trip, motherfucker?
Oh yeah!