Lyrics Bad Trips - R-Mello

You the drug I'm stashin', hey
I'm hesitant to pass it, no
You droppin' me like acid, hey
But I can't have no bad trips, no
Said you the drug I'm stashing'
I'm hesitant to pass it, no
She droppin' me like acid
But I can't have no bad trips, no

All of my days are darker now, all of my nights, they sunny
I cannot get my mental straight, hide in the rap like a mummy
Feel like I'd rather over perform, than be an understudy
This is the calm before the storm, don't need me a thunder buddy
He goin' hard for the money, dressing so clean, but sipping on muddy
Hmm hmm hmm, it got him humming like Cudi
I'm never stealing a flow, wherever I go, the weather get muggy (Get it)
Come for the ride, you leaving my side, you become a crash test dummy
Give me a reason to give you a reason to let me have a second chance
Love at first sight, Ironically I feel hatred on the second glance
Cross on my chain, the ice for pain, the devil always tryna dance
Head on the moon like I'm Lance, head on the moon like I'm back in a trance

You the drug I'm stashin', hey
I'm hesitant to pass it, no
You droppin' me like acid, hey
But I can't have no bad trips, no
Said you the drug I'm stashing'
I'm hesitant to pass it, no
She droppin' me like acid
But I can't have no bad trips, no

I can't have no bad trips
I can't have no bad trips, no

You got me back in my youth days, feeling like I'm on a playground
Sliding and making my way down, like Seven-Up I got her face down
Mayweather up in the eight round, but I'm knocking it out heavy weight style
That girl's a rocket, she's space bound, "Oh my" is all I can say now
I know she got it, she hittin' me with it, she paralyze me from the waist down
Feel like I'm back to the race, not just to place now
Hitting you up on that Snapchat and you snap back, taking pics in my snapback
We just wanna make time stop, 'cause that Timehop's such a flashback
Carry the weight like a backpack, lifting me up now I'm back down
I'm tryna act like a class act, you tryna act like a class clown
I know your ex wanna talk much, I know his money don't talk much
I know your body, that soft touch, remember the day when we lost touch (No, no)
But you're on your way to the crib though
Don't wake up the neighbors hoe tip-toe, lightin' the flame up like Crisco

You the drug I'm stashin', hey
I'm hesitant to pass it, no
You droppin' me like acid, hey
But I can't have no bad trips, no
Said you the drug I'm stashing'
I'm hesitant to pass it, no
She droppin' me like acid
But I can't have no bad trips, no

I can't have no bad trips
I can't have no bad trips, no
I can't have no bad trips
I can't have no bad trips no more