Have a Nice Trip - Angelo Mota

There’s some Cinderellas in the bar

Tell 'em you could hop onto my dick (yeah-yeah yeah)

We can go to other worlds with my prescription

Now you gettin' high off of my stick (yeah-yeah yeah)

Detour, take us round mars

If you bored then you can hop off my ship (yeah-yeah yeah)

You could make it hard to forget (yeah-yeah yeah)

I had a dream I made the Forbes List

22 cars and my wife don’t give a fuck about me

Wanna kick the bucket

I quit

Ion even know if I’m happy any more

Sun coming up and I got nothing else to do but watch the paint on my walls

dissipate in my room

I had a vision things would look great in my tomb

Have a nice trip (yeah-yeah yeah)

There’s some Cinderellas in the bar

Tell 'em you could hop onto my dick (yeah-yeah yeah)

We can go to other worlds with my prescription

Now you gettin' high off of my stick (yeah-yeah yeah)

Detour, take us round mars

If you bored then you can hop off my ship (yeah-yeah yeah)

You could make it hard to forget (yeah-yeah yeah)

Cyanide sit on your lip

I could smell death

It was heavy on your breath

But I just might give you my kids

Coming out the womb

And they already masochist

21 years old

This is not how I imagined it

I might’ve bit the apple just to switch up my surroundings

It’s a long fall into that pit

How deep does that get

Have a nice trip (yeah-yeah yeah)

There’s some Cinderellas in the bar

Tell 'em you could hop onto my dick (yeah-yeah yeah)

We can go to other worlds with my prescription

Now you gettin' high off of my stick (yeah-yeah yeah)

Detour, take us round mars

If you bored then you can hop off my ship (yeah-yeah yeah)

You could make it hard to forget (yeah-yeah yeah)

Señorita, mamacita, my bitch

Ain’t nobody love me same way that she love me

But I never really had a nice pic

Winter so cold

I would freeze

If I wasn’t so high

I’ve completed my fence

In my mind

I’ve comprised all the reasons

I’ve spent trynna form an ice sculpture

Of my heart with ice picks

It always brakes down when I’m pissed

But…

Have a nice trip (yeah-yeah yeah)

There’s some Cinderellas in the bar

Tell 'em you could hop onto my dick (yeah-yeah yeah)

We can go to other worlds with my prescription

Now you gettin' high off of my stick (yeah-yeah yeah)

Detour, take us round mars

If you bored then you can hop off my ship (yeah-yeah yeah)

You could make it hard to forget

Judge I plead the fifth

I insist

I’m a masochist

Menace in the first

Silver-lining to a pessimist

Yeah, I don’t exist

Yeah, I’m shit

Yeah, I gotta dip

You could tell me fifty million times what you up against

I need a little time

Sitting on the side

I provide

Way too fucking much

You just stay inside

Have a trip

Have a fucking trip

Make you fucking trip

Over shit

Cinderella shit

Mama told you sit

This ain’t happiness

This ain’t purgatory

We ain’t marryin'

Take your insecurities and made me fucking carry 'em

Second person

Ain’t no second person by yourself

So you should really only just be speaking 'bout yourself

I admit

Need to get a grip

Need to stop the worrying' for people

That would leave me antagonist when the story end

Grabbin' for any open casket to back the chariots

They screaming «Glory Be to God» not knowing that they buried him