Bad Trip lyrics

[Hook: Count Wienr]
I've got a bad trip - I've got a bad trip
I can't feel f*cking face and can't stand on my feet
Devil b*tch brings sh*t, I'm unpacking new brick
She slides down to hips, feel her lips on my di*k

[Verse: Count Wienr]
My cash flow rises up and my life is okay
So much blunts, so much lean, I'm 'bout to lay into grave
Now let's rock, get this sh*t, every day is like Sunday
Making things, check it out, every day i am grindin'
You be like smoke and talk: "Beamer, Bentley or Benz?"
I'm 'bout to keep myself alive without thinking of friends
You smoke ten blunts, then you tryna make a speech of your trends
So I be like "Ugh!" - that's all that my speech now contents
You say I'm flexin' — you are not even close
I f*cking lost my mind cause I fall into overdose
Money over hoes, but I need no money
I have to wake up inside and it's not even funny
I'm calling my shawty, I'm thinking who I be
All this voices in my head like these shadows around me
All this b*tches surround me and I see them smiley
All these tentacles and horns are about to blind me

[Hook: Count Wienr]
I've got a bad trip - I've got a bad trip
I can't feel f*cking face and can't stand on my feet
Devil b*tch brings sh*t, I'm unpacking new brick
She slides down to hips, feel her lips on my di*k