Clyde Cyrus and Naveisdead - Day Trippin'

Ayo, I'm roasted, rolling with my homies coasting
Down the boulevard in a car that is stolen
We smoking, blowing O's out the window
With those cops posted, so you know that we not focused
Bloodshot focals, the sty on my eye is swollen
My guys are zoning 'til we notice the swine's patrolling
"Oh shit, look bro, it's the cops!"
Now, we almost went and pulled over & stopped
Until we thought about the trunk locked and loaded with pot
What if the cop's hops out locked and loaded with Glocks?
Supposedly not, our car slowly rolled to a stop
We didn't even notice, next thing you know
It's the officer knocking on our door like "what you smoking that pot for?"
I told him that I took break from smoking this pot
But the way I hit the gas, would've made the nigga ask me
If motherfuckin' brake was broken or not, bitch

Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (so light it up)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (i'm high as fuck)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (so light it up)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (i'm high as fuck)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (so light it up)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (i'm high as fuck)

Me and Clyde been fryin’ cabbage like some mothafuckin savages
Y’all been puffin’ that average, our shit sick as some pathogens
no pacifists, we pass the spliff then crack ‘ya wig (yuh!)
Smash the ribs of active pigs patrollin’ while we’re ashin’ hits
Before they call for backup, really I’m bout to crack up
‘Cause i done smoked too much ‘that shit that I had packed up
Inside my bowl I roasted, ghosted the shit, I’m coastin’
Posted up in the whip, windows up so the smoke’s in
Windows up like a desktop, blunts are fat like a dreadlock
Windows up like a sweatshop, eyes red like a dead cop
Headshots at the opps, leavin’ rubble like bedrock
We stay smoking the best pot, got us choking like headlocks
These muthafuckas really don’t know, I feel like I’m movin in slow-mo
The hate stay the best promo, gotta go get sum dat dro for the low low
y’all ain’t fuckin wit my old flows, bow when you enter my dojo
I finally entered my own zone, blowin' this smoke burnin' holes in the Ozone

Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (so light it up)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (i'm high as fuck)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (so light it up)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (im high as fuck)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (so light it up)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (im high as fuck)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (i'm high as fuck)
Smoking my weed, blowing my trees
Homie, we just tryna get high (im high as fuck)


Ya best to keep ya wrinkled fingers on that life alert
I tell her drop her skirt and fuck her face until her tonsils hurt
Plus I'm popping Percocet cuz I'm a nervous wreck
And that MAC-11 strap'll make your doctor work a sweat
Is knowledge worth a cent when people value ignorance?
Police with power instruments, I'm speaking out against the shit
Keys to the ignition if the weed as loud as engines is
Defeating trials with a reasonable doubt he's innocent

Are you high, nigga?!

Written by:
Clyde Cyrus

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