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trip hard.
clones in a room, laughing at aliens and atom bombs exploding
mogwai flooding the ears, its crazy, i think the feeling i feel is fear

death grips, its screaming from the wall
bouncing off, violently

i'm tripping or is this a sick vision of reality
mogwai, oh why, why would you do this to me
and they're so happy, those clones,

"******** yeah, amurrica"
righty-o

and we're all just trying to have a good time.

you're like a pimp in gold shades,
and i'm just here, watching you as we ride in the back seat of your jag
cause we're too trippy to drive

and you're freaking me out cause you're not a pimp you're my boyfriend
but you're a pimp right now
and zach is playing crazy music
why do i have it on my ipod

and he's just selling his edibles
and we're just bartering for sandwiches
and i just want to roll around
and you just want to go to town

and we're surrounded by vegans
and they're just not impressed
because we don't give no ********
and we're not nicely dressed

and we're in a room full of clones
and atom bombs are exploding

we're right outside a church
and a cross is ******** glowing.

and maybe i'm just crazy
but this is enlightening right?
you go outside for some fresh air,
and christ is by your side.

but we don't really want him here
no we don't want him to know our names

i'd much rather praise allah
but his building is so far away

and we're just going on a ride
even grey has hash pops
and we're sharing it and it tastes real bad
but we can't make him feel bad

and its an OBX party
but i'm not from there
so i just sit and i guess i kind of stare
stare off into space, its odd, this flavor i taste

people are loving, laughing and more,
and death grips is screaming at me from the wall
and i'm just watching atom bombs go off

i wanna cry,
i don't know why,
but ******** this hipster paradise.