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Tryp Flo - Troubled Lyrics



Tryp Flo - Troubled Lyrics




Out of place in society
So I puff on a couple blunts
I'm rollin' California weed in December
Remember once I had ego death
Shit was insane
I ain't been the same since
Perpetual conflict in my mental

Legit, I'm strugglin' with memories
My thoughts be my enemies
My blood fulla hennesy
The gun is my remedy
The sun won't remember me
And matter fact, that applies to any one of you bitches talkin' yo shit
I spit my bars and take a hit

Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Every road that I pave just leadin' me further away)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Think that I'm losin' my way the colors run and fade to grey)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Every road that I pave just leadin' me further away)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Think that I'm losin' my way the colors run and fade to grey)

Goin' through the Santa Ana Art Walk
Amazed by the paintings
I just been hallucinating on acid
Switchin' them paths in my brain
I'm sick of the act
I'm just with bad ways to cope with the pain
Might be somewhere in my chest
But I'm high so my judgment it ain't the best
Twisted imagination been defacing every trace of reality
Surrealism melting the clocks on the walls
Pupils dilated
Eyes bloodshot
Finna die today
Cos I just thought it was love but I guess not
I'm alone, stoned in a restaurant
Overthinking but I can't stop

Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Every road that I pave just leadin' me further away)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Think that I'm losin' my way the colors run and fade to grey)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Every road that I pave just leadin' me further away)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Think that I'm losin' my way the colors run and fade to grey)

(Every day I wake up in the mothaf*ckin' middle of the day, what I gotta say)
(Gotta find a way, never gonna fade away, yeah)
(This world is a race to the top, get yo piece at the top) (Every-)
(Every day I wake up in the mothaf*ckin' middle of the day, day, what I gotta say)
(Gotta find a way, never gonna fade away)
(Motherf*cka made a way to the top- Motherf*ckas to the top-) (Every-)
(Every day I wake up in the mothaf*ckin' middle of the day, what I gotta say)
(Gotta find a way, never gonna fade away, yeah)
(This world is a race to the top, get yo piece at the top) (Every-)
(Every day I wake up in the mothaf*ckin' middle of the day, day, what I gotta say)
(Gotta find a way, never gonna fade away)
(Motherf*cka made a way to the top-)

Problems that I cannot solve
I'm fallin' on the floor and bawlin'
F*ck em all
Yo I can't bring myself to call a f*ckin' hotline
All the thoughts inside my head are not mine
Pointless to work toward a better me
I'm in shackles so heavy
And mentally face a mountain of unhealthy tendencies
Paradoxical traits of complexity
Reach a level of pain with intensity in my extremities
Can't find a remedy
Never find any serenity
As I'm just watchin' these fake motherf*ckers pretend to be
Something they ain't ever been and they'll never be
I might overdose accidentally
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English

Out of place in society
So I puff on a couple blunts
I'm rollin' California weed in December
Remember once I had ego death
Shit was insane
I ain't been the same since
Perpetual conflict in my mental

Legit, I'm strugglin' with memories
My thoughts be my enemies
My blood fulla hennesy
The gun is my remedy
The sun won't remember me
And matter fact, that applies to any one of you bitches talkin' yo shit
I spit my bars and take a hit

Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Every road that I pave just leadin' me further away)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Think that I'm losin' my way the colors run and fade to grey)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Every road that I pave just leadin' me further away)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Think that I'm losin' my way the colors run and fade to grey)

Goin' through the Santa Ana Art Walk
Amazed by the paintings
I just been hallucinating on acid
Switchin' them paths in my brain
I'm sick of the act
I'm just with bad ways to cope with the pain
Might be somewhere in my chest
But I'm high so my judgment it ain't the best
Twisted imagination been defacing every trace of reality
Surrealism melting the clocks on the walls
Pupils dilated
Eyes bloodshot
Finna die today
Cos I just thought it was love but I guess not
I'm alone, stoned in a restaurant
Overthinking but I can't stop

Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Every road that I pave just leadin' me further away)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Think that I'm losin' my way the colors run and fade to grey)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Every road that I pave just leadin' me further away)
Get high, stay cool
Keep eyes glued to the floor
(Think that I'm losin' my way the colors run and fade to grey)

(Every day I wake up in the mothaf*ckin' middle of the day, what I gotta say)
(Gotta find a way, never gonna fade away, yeah)
(This world is a race to the top, get yo piece at the top) (Every-)
(Every day I wake up in the mothaf*ckin' middle of the day, day, what I gotta say)
(Gotta find a way, never gonna fade away)
(Motherf*cka made a way to the top- Motherf*ckas to the top-) (Every-)
(Every day I wake up in the mothaf*ckin' middle of the day, what I gotta say)
(Gotta find a way, never gonna fade away, yeah)
(This world is a race to the top, get yo piece at the top) (Every-)
(Every day I wake up in the mothaf*ckin' middle of the day, day, what I gotta say)
(Gotta find a way, never gonna fade away)
(Motherf*cka made a way to the top-)

Problems that I cannot solve
I'm fallin' on the floor and bawlin'
F*ck em all
Yo I can't bring myself to call a f*ckin' hotline
All the thoughts inside my head are not mine
Pointless to work toward a better me
I'm in shackles so heavy
And mentally face a mountain of unhealthy tendencies
Paradoxical traits of complexity
Reach a level of pain with intensity in my extremities
Can't find a remedy
Never find any serenity
As I'm just watchin' these fake motherf*ckers pretend to be
Something they ain't ever been and they'll never be
I might overdose accidentally
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Writer: Paul Florindo
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Performed By: Tryp Flo
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Paul Florindo

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