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LSD

I know I dream about her all day

I think about her with her clothes off

I'm ridin' 'round with my system pumpin' LSD

I look for ways to say, "I love you"

But I ain't into makin' love songs

Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD

She ain't a stranger to the city life

I introduce her to this hippy life

We make love under pretty lights, LSD (Acid)

I get a feelin' it's a trippy night

Them other drugs just don't fit me right

Girl, I really fuckin' want love, sex, dream

Another quarter to the face system

Make no mistakes, it's all a leap of faith for love

It takes a place in feelin' that you crave doin' Love, Sex, Dreams

It started in Hollywood

Dreamin' of sharin' love

My tongue had a loss for words

Cause my feelings just said it all

Party just started up

Dreamin' of sharin' worlds

Held this feeling for way too long

Said I really wanna let it go

I've been gettin' fly because the gimmick's so dope

I've been getting high cause I figured Lord told me

I've been drinking, driving, I will never go home

I'm gon' stay drivin' cause the weather so cold

Feeling low some times when the light shines down

Takes me high

Can you feel it?

Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down

Takes me high

Can you feel it?

For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the day (this for my broke jiggy niggas) excuse me, fuck out my face. They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, I learned that from a very wise man

Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems

My check arrive mañana, I'mma pay my debt, I promise

I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas

Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys

I said excuse me, why the fuck you lookin'? What's your problem?

I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments

All you see is niggas here, so that means it's triggers there

What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale

I bet a lot of niggas plottin' so you know I got that heater, bruh

Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh

She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh

Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch

Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term's excuse you

I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to

That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you