Drop$hot - Lucid (feat. Midnight Ramblr) Lyrics

Drowning in the booze like I did bad on stage
A nigga drink away his problems like thats okay
No stay between these lines like I drive safe
I don't play like a nigga bad on base
Im off tune like a nigga bad on base
I seem lune like a nigga high on base
Minds stay trapped like these niggas eight o eights
F*ck y'all play, I just want a bowl of that cereal
Hope for a miracle that I eat off being so lyrical
Nigga its cereal, I put these rappers in they place dawg
Don't believe in god so when I pray I tweet at base god
Rocking grey hoodies out in Phoenix shouts to Trevon
Yo girl loves me because we chill with out a face on
Sticking to the heat oh my god I swear Im napalm
They sticking to they seats like a rocket about to take off
They sticking to these L's like some weed thats why you teams lost nigga
Keep talking that shit no clue what Ima do
Thinking they could hang with us niggas, necks gonna catch a noose
The Ramblr ain't playing but he still be sweating Jesus juice
We the truth, say our names and we roll thru like beetle juice
Sheesh, I got dopest shit prep for release
Look in the mirror see the man like I got stopped by police
Im not what you think, Im beyond these niggas optical reach
They visions is weak, Flow dirty like tap water from sinks
Bitch

Drugs rule everything around me dream
Behind these eyelids is genius ideas is
Drugs rule everything around me dream
Cant sleep without tree I still get nightmares
Drugs rule everything around me dream
I only count wolves cause I don't f*ck with sheep
Drugs rule everything around me dream
Is this just, this just, this just a dream

Four hundred four hundred four hundred four
Four hundred four hundred you want some more
Four hundred micro grams yeah
Four hundred micro grams
Yeah Im zooted to never land
Im feeling like peter pan
Four hundred micro grams, yeah Im popping the acid tabs
I feeling so wavy baby, Im feeling so brazy lately
What the acid it take me maybe, my mind is so spacey daily
One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, four
Just pull down you lip and I pull up yo tongue
One hundred, two hundred, over to four hundred
Back-wooded, too blooded, cold blooded, more money
I call a Ukraine a white Russian, still pushing, blood pumping
She gimme a concussion
Woah tabs up and blunts up in Mexico
We got that gas and we let it blow
We got that gas and its Texaco Vincent Vang Gogh
With the indigo
Ace of spades with pistachios
Im tabbing the mineral chemical
We smoking the clinical medical
One hundred two it come it some intervals
Three hundred four rockets Im hitting my pinnacle
You seeing the lantern pattern
You see that my patek is water
Atlantic, Pacific bitch I am dripping
Dont panic just listen, I pull the ignition
Im reaper mortician, the drippy magician
Drop shot you tabed drop shot you slipping and tripping
Yeah Im slipping and tripping vacation time with my bitches
The magic paper got her tripping and kissing
Six Nine I weave a submission
Peter Pan she wishing and tripping
On acid tabs she ride on my griffin
I know she tripping, I know she be tripping
Distorted reality f*ck with yo vision
I know and I know that you want some more

Drugs rule everything around me dream
Behind these eyelids is genius ideas is
Drugs rule everything around me dream
Cant sleep without tree I still get nightmares
Drugs rule everything around me dream
I only count wolves cause I don't f*ck with sheep
Drugs rule everything around me dream
Is this just, this just, this just a dream