Tripped Out lyrics

[Intro: Gravy Baby]
Alright...Alright, it's like, what?

[Verse 1: Gravy Baby]
Yeah, I think it's happened again
Beat came on started rappin' again
I found myself on the mic with a pad and a pen
I drop thoughts from my mind cause this sh*t never ends
I'm like a boat in the ocean the way I be floatin'
The words that I'm spoken are vivid and potent
My third eye's open and put my life into motion
As the world was revolvin'
I kept my mind open and hopin'
I could kick back and make tracks
Sold manifest that's a f*ckin' chit chat
Too much this and that
c*nts burin' now, I'm everything they lack
I'm not freeze after park home run
Like how the f*ck did I do that?
Bally pulls down with a baseball bat
c*nts just face that I kill tracks, like blah
This is semi-automatic rap
Cones 'til my dome go demon on the track
I'm immortal with the technique at the point of no return
Hip-hops my life and there's no turning back
I get dizzy like a rascal, bro
My chick I need me on my beat blowing chopper, what?
I'm comin' to see ya, what?
I'm coming to see ya
Bro shut the f*ck Imma tell ya where to meet ya
c*nt droppin' off, it's like I ordered pizza
See fans on the street; "Hi, nice to meet ya
YouTube videos; that's where I seen ya
Keep doing what you do, yeah, killing the scene man."
And that's what's up and I love the support
Like where the f*ck would I be without you c*nts?
[Verse 2: Gravy Baby]
Alright
Gravy... Baby
We go demon on this sh*t
I don't know why
Alright, yeah
Okay, let me break down this beat
A beast in my tep with eye Horas like tattooed hieroglyphs
No rest in ya peace
Legends in my presence like I resurrected the deceased
Wait, what the f*ck I said?
Legends in my presence like I resurrected the deceased
Cause it's Southwest to the death, bro
Soos c*nts like death row
Any last words? Lethally inject bro
Rap 360, f*ck a metro
New type of sound, let me take you through the steps bro;
First I dismantle my thoughts and then I enter different depths, oh
Enter souls that I f*cking own
Now I'm just talkin' 'bout psychadelics
Mixed with a microphone
I go bonkers yo, b*tches lose control
When they hear me drop fir flow
Get 'em wet deadset just to let you know
I get 'em wet deadset just to let you know
"You're on your way mate!"
That's all I hear these c*nts say
Down under home grown, but you never hear me say 'G'day"
Dumb c*nts, I spit Sydney slang
Yeah man, a drop of eshays
Like Sydeny Serchaz back in the day
Like Sydeny Serchaz back in the day
Wait, hold up
I tell this c*nt "It's all gravy baby!"
Wait, wait I tell him again "It's all gravy baby!"
Tries to blaze and my fans keep tellin' me
Keep the blaze alive these opposite weeds
I will G-Shock c*nts like I spit the Red Sea
Feel my force like I'm the next King to beat
[Outro: Gravy Baby]
Yeah, alright
This is what we do you know? Southwest
All the areas
All the c*nts listening to this sh*t, you know what I mean?
Shoutout
Bang
Gravy make it bang
What? I make it bang
f*ck it!
You know what I mean?
Tripped Out sh*t, new sh*t, I don't know
Just sounded good
I don't know
Hahaha!
Haha!
Yeah
Yeah