Текст песни The Trip - Toke Wright

Woah, did my mind just blow
I was standing up but now I'm on the floor
Hands up on my head 'cause my brains out of control
All my thoughts are rushing but everything else is slow
Guys, we're in Hell
Look around, can't you tell
I think we just got hit by the bus
I believe in God, but it wasn't enough
Ask for forgiveness
He will forgive us
You must trust
Did you drug me
Imma get a gun and kill all of you
Give me your headphones and your iPod, sucker
Wait, what makes you feel like spaghetti
Dancing on the random, brain cells are feeling heavy
I take the iPod and try to shoot it in the trash
It missed, hit the ground and then I laugh

It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
I wasn't ready for this
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
I wasn't ready for this

Wait, did you put it in my water
Was it in the marijuana 'cause I feel like I'm a goner
Now I'm gonna call a ride so I don't die
Of course I get no answer, what a surprise
Finally someone answer
Can you pick me up
I think I'm tripping
This isn't just a buzz
I'm on Semoran by the skating rink
Blacking out, I can barely think
I see a bright light and I think it's God
I think I see Jesus, I must be tripping hard
My vision in and out, this is tense
I lean back to relax and melt through the fence
I see my ride but don't want them to see me high
We get in the car, I can't believe I'm still alive
My whole body is tingly as we start to drive
We pull over at a gas station and she walks inside
She comes back and gives me a water bottle
I look at her like she's possessed saying ah nah
Are you trying to drug me too
She says it'll help, but right now the only one I trust is myself
I come to my senses and take a couple sips
By this time, I'm like I'm so done with this
Now we're driving passed the cones like ch, ch, ch
Mind trapped in a zone of ch, ch, ch
Everything repeating, now I'm sitting on a couch
Repeating, now I'm sitting on a couch
Now I'm sitting on a couch
I'm sitting on a couch
Sitting on a couch, on a couch, a couch, a couch blacking out

It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
I wasn't ready for this
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
It's a trip, yeah, it's a trip
I wasn't ready for this

Macaroni, mash potatoes, chicken nuggets are deceitful
All this evil, this nugget feels like cotton balls with some needles
Go to the bathroom to try and clear out my system
Searching for parts of my brain that I know are missing
Look in the mirror, pupils back and forth from big to small, I'm tripping
Feel like I might fall, watching my feet, man, I'm slipping
End up at a church with my hands up for the first time
Lord, if you help me now, I'll live for you, no more lies
I've never been wise
I'm close to my demise
I walk out, feeling something trying to climb inside
I throw up, now my whole world is twisted
I get home after what feels like just a minute
Attempt to eat bread to soak it up and make it go
Tongue pushes it out, I have no control
Next day and it's still this
Wish I had a kill switch
Out of touch with realness
Clinched teeth with a steel fist
I'm more than a lil pissed
I'm about to throw an ill fit
If only you could feel it just for a lil bit
The longest week of a real trip