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Acid Trips to Vegas

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Acid Trips to Vegas Lyrics

You got me fucked up, how you think you got here if I didn't let you
I ain't spitting with you, I'm spittin' at you
Let me get it on schedule, punch it in the clock
Threw the detectives up in the truck and drove off the dock
Splash, I heard a laugh
It's coming from the burning bushes over by the path, do ya' math
See that’s Heaven on seven but they the triple six
A lightweight addiction for a fickle fix
I spit sickle sick, a dollar out a dime and a nickel mix
My Spanish señorita doin nipple tricks
You got me its finna take a lil more than that to stop me
I could bleed the life if you shot me
I take em in like baby on the doorstep and daddy left mommy and they ain’t even divorced yet
This is shit is cold she said… (fades out)

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