Lyrics Trip - Kendrick Lamar
"Boarding
completed
I'd
like
to
welcome
you
aboard
flight
number
F2B3
Our
scheduled
flying
time
will
be
four
hours
and
twenty
Minutes
And
we
will
be
cruising
at
an
altitude
of
thirty-three-
Thousand
feet
At
this
time
we
would
like
to
acquaint
you
with
some
of
The
features
Relax
and
breathe
normally"
Uh,
coming
down
like
I'm
uphill
Hogging
both
lanes
better
than
a
bus
will
She
tell
me
that
my
head
bigger
than
a
bus
wheel
But
it
don't
matter
cause
she
still
gon'
let
me
fuck
Still
I
mix
a
little
bit
of
Kendrick
with
some
L.A.
weather
Then
step
out
like
Chicago
in
it's
finest
era
You
niggas
begging
for
attention,
doing
extra-extra
Downgrading
yourself,
you
get
an
F
for
effort
Ha-ha,
I
let
the
world
know
I
chose
to
keep
to
myself
and
let
the
world
go
And
if
you
don't
like
a
nigga,
then
let
your
girl
know
So
she
can
be
curious
on
Twitter
looking
me
up
I'm
laid
back
with
a
bad
one,
you
ain't
never
had
one
Ass
so
fat
that
it
tipped
over
the
Aston
Speeding
on
the
1-0-5
till
the
fucking
badge
come
Hello
to
my
wittiness,
I'm
Cadillac's
grandson
[Chorus]
And
I'm
a
trip
Ever
since
an
understudy
man
I've
always
been
a
trip
Mama
tell
me
that
she
love
me
but
she
know
her
son
a
Trip
Baby
open
up
your
ears,
you
ain't
heard
it
like
this
Sounwave
drop
the
beat,
I
lock
the
flow
down
Now
all
the
way
to
the
moon
we
bout
to
go
now
I
got
enough
of
the
mojo
to
go
around
So
pack
your
bags
and
tell
him
you
going
out
of
town
Cause
I'm
a
trip
Landing
on
another
runway,
fly
with
me
Or
die
tryna
fly,
a
shot-down
Frisbee
Shout
out
to
Black
Hippy,
nigga
we
on
Like
we
never
been
off,
straight
shots
of
Patron
I'm
give
y'all
the
business
to
give
y'all
some
business
Pussy
ain't
shit,
I
can
give
y'all
some
bitches
Clean
off
her
sports
bra,
she
clean
off
my
dishes
Then
wear
off
the
Kangols,
hood
rats,
I
hate
those
And
she
know
what
this
is,
hey
lil'
mama
Seen
your
pretty
ass
around
the
way
lil'
mama
But
why
you
always
in
somebody
face
lil'
mama?
Embarrassing
yourself,
get
off
the
stage
(Lil
Mama)
Nigga,
I
gotta
be
that
nigga
If
I
ain't,
I
gotta
be
that
nigga
Curtesy
of
Paula's
oldest
son,
pay
homage
Or
pay
attention,
open
your
eyes
and
hear
knowledge
[Chorus]
Gi-give
me
that,
gi-gi-give
me
that
That's
how
I
get
at
'em
when
I
look
at
a
shoe
rack
Penny
for
thoughts,
mine
start
at
a
few
racks
So
I
can
live
on
a
hill
just
off
a
few
raps
I
want
to
live
in
a
space
that
none
of
y'all
can
visit
That
might
be
outer
space,
the
Jupiter
district
I
quadruple
my
vision
If
you
don't
see
it
then
you're
dead
with
your
eyes
Open
I've
seen
bullets
hit
the
wheel,
left
his
ride
smoking
On
some
Compton
shit
Somebody
that'll
ride
or
die,
that's
a
Compton
bitch
You
see
my
city
is
the
city
of
Lamar
It'll
take
twenty
years
'fore
a
nigga
see
them
all
The
swap
meet
dumping,
the
sawed-off
pumping
The
tree
for
the
low,
don't
you
know,
Paul
Bunyan
I'm
on
cloud
nine,
I
can
see
rain
coming
So
if
I'm
out
my
mind,
people
don't
say
nothing
[Chorus]
"How
was
your
flight
Mr.
Lamar?
Good,
hope
to
see
you
next
time"
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