High And Trippin’

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Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?

[Verse 1: Devin The Dude]
High and I'm trippin', I'm in the kitchen
Fryin' up some chicken, the rhymes you've been missin'
I put away the pots and pans, time to punch the clock again
Hit the stage, rock the fans, a lot of weed, lot of hands
In the air, hit the square, that's some pretty good shit you have
You rolled it kinda crooked, yeah, it's a hole in it, lookie there
Hold it like you're playin' a flute, I don't like to stay in the booth
But I need to fix my teeth, they say I look like a sabretooth
Nevermind them, bitches, I get behind 'em
And grind 'em so hard I make 'em cough up the condom
I'm just bullshittin', I'm too old to bang for hours
Mr. Copeland come a-courtin' with a gang of flowers
But if your thang is sour, go find a shower
Pantyliner and some kind of fine vagina powder
I was lookin' for some strangé since I was a young age
Dick got stiff soon as I took a whiff one day

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Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?

[Verse 2: Wood of 14k]
Drunk and I'm trippin'
Coochie grippin', tequila sippin', not beefin', never slippin'
Still Cadillac dippin', Heineken tippin', script, never flip it
Just lost my ambition for random women, pokin' and pimpin'
Can you hear it in my voice? Well, of course you can't, 'cause I'm lyin'
But you can ask my wife, I been tryin', damn, I got divorced a few times
But don't give up on me, fuck with me, fuck me over, your luck'll be
Bad as fuck 'cause you're stuck with me, lots of chokin' and knuckling
No more grinnin' and chuckling, Devin, pass me the weed
So I can touch the sky when I jump, what the fuck am I talkin' about? Nothin'

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Hear it? (Aw, yeah)
Can you hear it?
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[Verse 3: Quad of 14k]
Yeah, I flow cool out a Cadillac
Been known to keep it funky like the product in the Similac
I blow a sack while I'm drippin' facts all over wax
Mr. Artifacts came to kick it in the art of rap
A heart attack, the acts that only glitz wearin' they gold
Ain't a solid object rapper got the gift to be this dope
Make amazin' situations happen, killin' in New York
I'm a bad man, context, mad professional
Quantum leap, I gotta be the scientific when I spit it
Stimulated, highly medicated, comin' wit' it vivid
Buzzin' like a bee, Muhammad Ali, you can find me
Poppin' tops and killin' quarts in front of M-I-Cs

[Outro: Quad of 14k]
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Can ya— Can ya hear it, can ya hear it? (Aw, yeah)
Can ya hear it? Can you hear it?
Aw, yeah