Big Lugg - Plastic Bag

Eyes fixed on me like they all know
Highs feel funny when I lose control
Time moves oddly, when I'm all alone
I'd trip out til the morning sun is up
Have some problems
Yeah I think that sums it up 
Take some more so that I'm always comin' up
There's no telling what I was runnin' from
Slippin' out the back door
Trippin' off some tabs
What my momma sad for
Flip another pack
Wishin' that we had more
Now look at we have
Rippin' off the corners
Wrap it in a plastic bag
Eyes fixed on me like they all know
Highs feel funny when I lose control
Time moves oddly when I'm all alone
Plastic bag, magic bag, acid tabs I'm in my zone
Lace up, I'm bout to hit Pitner for the laced drugs
Face numb, now my limbs feel tenser
I can't think none
Brain dumb, when it hits my liver
I start shakin'
Complacent, i pop a bunch
I know shouldn't take none
Relaxin' finna put my seat back
Lookin' like I'm bout to relapse
Dippin' LSA like tea bags
Tracers got my hand moving like I'm hittin' speed bags
I'd trip out til the morning sun is up
Have some problems
Yeah I think that sums it up 
Take some more so that I'm always comin' up
There's no telling what I was runnin' from
Slippin' out the back door
Trippin' off some tabs
What my momma sad for
Flip another pack
Wishin' that we had more
Now look at we have
Rippin' off the corners
Wrap it in a plastic bag
Eyes fixed on me like they all know
Highs feel funny when I lose control
Time moves oddly when I'm all alone
Plastic bag, magic bag, acid tabs I'm in my zone
Nine years sober
I'm not bout to do that over
Walkin' down the alley with my hood on
Lookin like a cobra
Off the zoinks like I'm Shaggy
I'm not talkin' lover lover
I'm on point like a laser pen
On point like I'm Jojo 
Dip my finger in some drip
Ah, rings, they make my thumb wetter
Money stretch like Luffy
Fruits of labor, Gum-Gum devil 
Sprite is dirty
Vicodin hit harder than a drum pedal
Crossed up with the Intuniv
It makes my stomach unsettle
I'd trip out til the morning sun is up
Have some problems
Yeah I think that sums it up 
Take some more so that I'm always comin' up
There's no telling what I was runnin' from
Slippin' out the back door
Trippin' off some tabs
What my momma sad for
Flip another pack
Wishin' that we had more
Now look at we have
Rippin' off the corners
Wrap it in a plastic bag
Eyes fixed on me like they all know
Highs feel funny when I lose control
Time moves oddly when I'm all alone
Plastic bag, magic bag, acid tabs I'm in my zone

Written by:
Clay Dietz

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