[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Uh, blue skies, blue skies, I see you with my red eyes
Bust your $#&@ing grape ^!$$%, turn your %#@! to red wine

Dont $#&@ up my high ^!$$%, I'm too gone, bye ^!$$%
She get dick, weed and ignored, thats a D.W.I ^!$$%
My skin crawlin', my walls talkin', the pictures in here lookin' at me

The ground movin', I'm seeing %#@!, I'm blowing like I'm stuck in traffic
I'm smoking on that strong, got me coughing like im getting buried
I've been $#&@ing Mary-Jane, I knew her when she was just Virgin Mary

I'm stoned, Mick Jagger, I can run around Saturn
Eyes rolling back and keep blinking like hazards
I said king me, king me with my mushroom crown on

I graduated to better drugs, my cap and gown on
Don't knock me off my high horse, what I do is my choice
I'm high as the scoreboard, (*##$ look up at my points

I'm trippin' out, cotton mouth, I got high and fell asleep loaded
I woke up and got high again, O.K, I'm reloaded


[Hook]
Weed, pills and that drank
Thats my trippy kit

Thats my trippy kit
Thats my trippy kit


[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Shoutout to my weed man, shoutout to my lean man
#~!!@ $$# ^!$$% wanna spark something, I'm a gasoline can

I'm high ^!$$% dont blow it, I trust it as far as I could throw it
I dont know if I'm coming or going, T, make my blunt a Samoan
And I see lights flashing, life passing, take a (*##$ home and $#&@ like rabbits

Styrofoam cups and wine glasses, shot glasses, hot flashes
My tounges numb, I can't talk, no balance, my spine hurts
My mind surf, my eye jerks, I try different drugs, I'm diverse

Goodbye Earth, farewell, high as heaven, eyes low as hell
Keep scratching, keep biting my nails Keep lighting an L, I'm a kite in the air
I like weed brownies and cookies, I'm straight but seeing crooked

I got my trippy kit, I hope I trip and fall in some #~!!@
Tunechi


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

Musty herb in a zip lock
Twisted up top notch
Weed that I smoke, straight off a boat

Six foot bong, tryna see what I toke
This that cali kush, I motivate not gloat
All I need is Mary, let the models do the !@%!e

Tryna' get some becky in the backseat of the ghost
Hit the weed man, tell him that I need a bag
Wake up every morning and I take a drag

Take the blunt, dip it in the lean then I laugh
In your baby mama ear and I'm gona' smash
They call me the trippy king, dont try me ^!$$%

Juicy J with the Taylors, chinese eyes ^!$$%

[Hook]