T.R.I.H - BAD ACID

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I said bad acid had me trippin' on a Monday
Spent my whole Sunday askin' for forgiveness
As God as my witness, we gon' get to winning
Won't stop until we make a motherfuckin' million
That's for my brother, mother, fuck it maybe even children
If I get that far, huh
Try to have a conversation, he just left me waiting
Devil in the corner said, he gettin' impatient
He said, let's get to this sinning, nigga
You been losin' so long, let's get to the winnin', nigga
Tryin' to find a different path, maybe make it last
Bad acid trip, I don't think I'll ever make it back
Bad acid, had me trippin' on a Monday
Spent my whole Sunday askin' for forgiveness
As God as my witness, we gon' get to winning
Won't stop until we make a motherfuckin' million
That's for my mother, brother, fuckin', maybe even children (Huh)
That's for my mother, brother, fuckin', maybe even children (Huh? Huh)
I said, empty bottles with them letters that you left (bitch)
Hickeys on my fuckin' neck and on my chest (bitch)
Said you love me nothing less, nothing more, (huh)
Then you walked out the door, what a whore (huh)
But I'm off it now
Feelin' like I fuckin' lost it, now
Bad acid, had me trippin' on a Monday
Spent my fuckin' Sunday askin' for forgiveness
Let's get lit

Written by:
Joseph Diaz

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