Gravediggaz – Defective Trip (Trippin’)

Trippailu ei aina mene putkeen.

“want to see something that could make ya sick?
Stand in front of jets on the Gaza strip
I used to take puffs from a car, jet in my garage
Then I get blitzed from the charge
I felt my head swayin, my eyes in a daze
Felt and violence and off balance I got drugged for days
A room full of smog, I dipped it in my dart
then I threws it at my dog
I need another hit, Hurry, Quick! Hurry, Quick!
My high’s takin signs and the shit’s about to kick
I’m gaspin’ for air, my vision disappears,
I’m blinkin’ and I’m thinkin’ Yeah!
Word, cause that’s the shit I was hawkin
So stay the fuck away ’cause I spit when I’m talkin
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Punk
When I’m trippin’

Chorus

Some people like cheeba, some like brew,
I get mad lifted off four gallons of glue,
Pretty soon I spin like a top, In the middle of the room
And the shit won’t stop!
Now What I see when I triiiiippppp…
The rats in the basement all start to flip,
All through my building, from door to door,
I swear there’s a fire, so I piss on the floor,
Now down the corridor was old fat Ned,
Schemin’ on a blowjob from a crackhead,
He was like ‘hey want to piece little man?’
I was like ‘Yo, I’m better off with my haaaannnndddd!!!!!!!’
Oh shit, reality returns,
I need another hit but the glue won’t burn,
I’m cukoo and murderous, Just plain nuts,
smokin’ sodium menthol cigarette butts,
and trippin’…

Chorus
(yo, pass it man)

86 on the strip, and yo’ my hands was…,
the reaper, the keeper, my niggaz let’s get… i put the high on the stimuli,
I’m like the two face, like the signs of gemini,
My head keeps on spinnin’, constantly continuin’
Two tabs of mescaline, fucks up my adrenaline,
I’m in a… Uhhhh… I can’t escape it,
It’s like… uggghh… goddamit I hate it!
So take it like a (brine), from the grapes of a vine,
The wine, it fucks up my mind, everytime,
I’m goin’, and all I want to be doin’ is bonin’,
But like a dope fiend character I’m…,
I’m stuck, fl-fl-flipping, sssslipping…
I’m tripping…

Life of the…
Can be stopped by accident
When you’re tripping
(Cuz I’m trippin’)”

The Offspring – Mota

Every day, well it’s the same
That bong that’s on the table starts to call my name
I take a hit and zone out again
I’ll be paranoid and hungry by a quarter to ten
Watching reruns on my TV
I’m laughing off my ass at three’s company
I don’t now if I’m understood
but hearing Jimmy buffett never sounded so good
Your memory’s gone and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out just never felt so right
Your enemy’s you and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out might feel okay all night
Mota
I’m driving down to the Barrio
Going 15 miles an hour cause I’m already stoned
Give the guy a twenty and wait in the car
He tosses me a baggie then he runs real far
I take a hit but it smells like a clove
Oh fuck I got a baggie of oregano
This ritual is destroying me
But I guess it could be worse
It could be methedrine
Your memory’s gone and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out just never felt so right
Your enemy’s you and your couch is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out might take
Losing out might take you all night
Mota
Losing out might feel okay all night
Yeah losing out might feel okay all life

Neil Young – Rockin’ in the Free World

Neil Youngin klassikko ei varsinaisesti ole huumebiisi (pikemminkin taitaa kritisoida Amerikkalaista yhteiskuntaa noin ylipäänsä), joskin myös tässä rallissa niitäkin sivutaan:

“I see a woman in the night
With a baby in her hand
Under an old street light
Near a garbage can
Now she puts the kid away, and she’s gone to get a hit
She hates her life, and what she’s done to it
There’s one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool.”