Bad Trip Parent - Strange U

Have you ever walked down the road

And gotten the feeling that nothing existed but you?

Yo

The snare drum hits

Fuck a fair one, niggas couldn’t dare come diss

Choose the loose, snooze, you lose, super sloof he would slew the goose,

couldn’t give a flying hula hoop

He knew the truth, so he flew the coop

Cooler sloop, he returned with a supergroup

I made the crumbs kneel before Zod

Your God, bringing y’all gobs to old stock

Boredom is a killer so I’m slaughterin' the sinner

I’m talking in the mirror getting awesome with his sister

Caution it’s a thriller like an orphan wig splitter

In the frigid winter it’s like a blizzard in your thinker

The fun days are over

The love is all gone and the crumbs have taken over

I said the fun days are over!

Fuck it, I’m staying sober

The bro knows these hoes flow like bosons

No love for them, yo, no lost rollo

Ask Roll-o he knows I’m half loco

The no-show with a boat load of old gold

He got tired of the piggyback (w)rap

Now it’s «gimme that!»

(Gimme that!)

Yo, couldn’t give a fuck less, then he gives a fuck plenty

Still a young man with an unplanned legacy

Maybe he needs therapy

Maybe he needs a psychedellic trip with a cherokee

Maybe it’s delusion of the mind

Maybe it’s a half-baked conclusion of the signs

The fun days are over

Love is dead, life is Daytona

I said the fun days are over!