Trippin' in the Sky

[Verse 1]

Oh shit, you're like Jeepers Creepers

Jesus Christ, look at his lips, they're like leeches

I out preach the preachers with seamless speeches

Can see I'm just one of God's heavenly creatures

From West Lon' to these golden beaches

Put a finishing touch like cream does to peaches

Your guns are needless, my words are ammo

All the trapping shit is giving me the hump like a camel

1247 gigs, 62 countries, they said I wasn't big

They said I wasn't relevant

Now I'm standin' in the room like elephant

Leading by example but you can call me Elliot

Covid got me rhyming for the hell of it

Hip, house, rap, rave, always keep it elegant

Tryna stay alive, hope somebody teach me

Music game still fucked, R-I-P Avicii

[Chorus]

You know I kick it when I bring it

Let me sing it for the night

And I be spittin' to the rhythm

While we trippin' in the sky

You'll be giving it this

And I'll be giving that

I always bring the magic

Pulling rabbits out of the hat

You get me spittin' to the rhythm

We'll be trippin' in the sky

[Refrain]

(Trip, trip, trippin') In the sky

(Trip, trip, trippin') In the sky (Ah)

[Verse 2]

Ayy

I was a rare variety

I tried to do it quietly

Show a different side to me

The side to me that wasn't sayin' much about my particulars

Ridiculous, change the way I'm kissin' this

Hit and miss but then had a hit

I'm so typical, seldom self-critical, sarcastic git

So grit your teeth and grin and bare it

Give me a mic, a platform, watch me tear it to pieces

This thesis, I'm my own kind of species

And so what? Kanye West thinks he's Jesus

None ego-centric celebrity stamina

You see me show my middle finger straight to the camera

A hammerhead shark, on the 'gram, it gets dark

Smash it out the park and get Arya Starked

Hammer your head like "Bam, bam" when the grand slam

Flow be delivering like white van man in a van

And the humour's dead pan

You've read the wrong plan

You've written your swan song

Your mum and dad, they should have used a condom

You ain't right son

Getting off the Mark like I'm Ronson

[Chorus]

You know I kick it when I bring it

Let me sing it for the night

And I be spittin' to the rhythm

While we trippin' in the sky

You'll be giving it this

And I'll be giving that

I always bring the magic

Pulling rabbits out of the hat

You get me spittin' to the rhythm

We'll be trippin' in the sky

[Outro]

(We'll trip in) Th-th-th-the sky

(We'll trip, trip in) The sky