Acid Accordi

[Chorus 1: Lil' Wyte]

Well I been trippin' for 10 hours on 3 hits of liquid microdot (I'm on acid - acid)

Gettin' chased around the car by some midgets in the parking lot (I'm on acid - acid)

Eatin' doritos through a tree, a million spiders after me (I'm on acid - acid)

I'm runnin' around havin' a fit, on myself I'm about ta shit (I'm on acid - acid)

[Lil' Wyte]

Can you imagine feelin' all calm then all of the sudden your fingers get numb?

Knees start freezin, what is the season?

where we at? and why we leavin?

Trees are shrinkin', turnin' plants ta roots and roots back inta seeds

And clouds are changin', comin' at me, different directions now I'm freakin'

Hoe's are rakin', body shakin'

Mane, I thought it was some crack

Called the fire department, told 'em I had a flame upon my back

This shit's crazy, plus enable, raisans dancing on the table

There's the horse, we got a horse, yeah we do and I seen the stable

Quit yo flaugin, I ain't flaugin

Got a beat in who ya talkin to

I'm talkin to you talkin to me

Listenin' 'cause I have you and I have to

Be kinda smart to even catch that

I might be trippin' but the pimpin' grippin' gatta spit that

With no expectancy I made a party from a robbery

Accidently, kicked and tripped the thief when he had ran by me

Fuck police, we gon' sanish this trick too well as the

50 shot of purple microdot you will be gone a week

[Chorus 2: Lil' Wyte]

20-20 vision blur and can't even feel the syrup (I'm on acid - acid)

I can smoke a pound of dro, drink myself unda the flo' (I'm on acid - acid)

Put the straw up ta your nose, take the blow straight ta your dome (I'm on acid - acid)

You passin' out in my front yard, throwin' up on Xanax bars (I'm on acid - acid)

[Lil' Wyte]

Well I wishin I was sober, feel the shit from head ta shoulders

This ain't even halfway over, it's the part I'm waitin ta show ya

Laughin' long time like hyenas, laughed a long time at vienas

In the can or out the can they still look like a can a penis

I'm the meanest, acid-takin, down-south-cracka on the mic

Change start crankin', gotcha thinkin', good trip gon' turn ta a fright

Bubble poppin, trails are watchin', foes done cross the fuckin' room

My dogs came in the den and made a mess and then that's for the broom

Now I'm 'Bouta hit the sack 'cause I can't take this shit no more

Relax my mind, take a deep breath and let my head sink in pillow

Take a seven hour nap, wake up seven minutes later

This the greatest drug the seventies is ever fucking gave us

Yes it's major don't be playin' - when you drop it will hit ya

If it's gel caps or liquid - microdots yes I'm wit'cha

And I'm flippin' cross the Roll, visual contact lightning globe

The space ship I'm flying landed in the Bay - I have ta go

[Chorus 3: Lil' Wyte]

By now, I'm weak in some pain and my body's feelin drained (I'm on acid - acid)

Comin' down off of my trip and my skin's abouta rip (I'm on acid - acid)

I'll prolly sleep till Thursday and it's only Sunday (I'm on acid - acid)

Wakin' up on that Thursday to have another Saturday (I'm on acid - acid)