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letra de have a nice trip - angelo mota

[chorus]
have a nice trip (yeah-yeah yeah)
there’s some cinderellas in the bar
tell ’em you could hop onto my d-ck (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)

[verse 1]
i had a dream i made the forbes list
22 cars and my wife don’t give a f-ck 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

[verse 2]
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 m-s-ch-st
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

[verse 3]
señorita, mamacita, my b-tch
ain’t n-body 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 p-ssed
but…

[verse 4]
judge i plead the fifth
i insist
i’m a m-s-ch-st
menace in the first
silver-lining to a pessimist
yeah, i don’t exist
yeah, i’m sh-t
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 f-cking much
you just stay inside
have a trip
have a f-cking trip
make you f-cking trip
over sh-t
cinderella sh-t
mama told you sit
this ain’t happiness
this ain’t purgatory
we ain’t marryin’
take your insecurities and made me f-cking 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

- angelo mota

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