"TRIP SKIT" lyrics

He said—he said it was over here, let—let's go, you ready?
Yeah, let's go, let's go
Yo' bro, are you feelin' good?
Look at my head spinnin', nigga, I feel weird after them fuckin' blue and green M&M shits that this nigga handed to me
The concession dude?
He was sayin' like they ain't have no sus' shit or whatever and they wasn't pushin' no work or whatever, why I feel like he cappin'
That nigga probably spiked us, on God, 'cause bro, like I—
I was thinkin' the same thing, bro, I'm floatin', but like
I'm still here, yo', it's tough though
I feel like my soul left my body for a second
Are you sure you're supposed to be here?
Holy shit!
Do you have a ticket from my friend (Who the fuck is—?)
Or did you come in here empty handed? (Yeah)
Nah, nah, we got a ticket, chill bro
Yeah, I got a golden ticket
Like yeah, I have it too, I told you we had a ticket, nigga
Relax, you never seen a mystical creature before?
No, nigga, what the fuck you think we live in, Narnia, nigga? I ain't never seen...
Where I'm from is much nicer than where you live
But since my friend sent you here with a ticket, I will bare you respect, boy
Boy? Damn, nigga you lowkey soundin' racist, on some racist shit
Word, I was finna say that was racist, gang, lowkey
But word, look, your—your man sent me in here, bro, like, where am I supposed to go, like, am I in the right place, bro?
Yes, if the Confection Commander sent you, then you are indeed in the right place
What you're seeking is just down that hall
But careful, time gets a little funny from here on out