YachtMansion - Trip [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]
Wander the city till it's morning
I really think this shit was laced with something
Got me tripping in the PM, got me tripping in the morning

[Verse]
Lights flashing, weed passing
Liege snapback, that's trill fashion
Ya girl wanna chill with YachtMansion
Looking at me you ain't bout that action
Phone a distant bitch, she ain't local
She from London, that bitch global
Smoking on that purp, who got the light?
We off that syrup who got the sprite, nigga?

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Got me tripping in the PM, got me tripping in the morning

[Verse 2]
Smoking on that
I'm on another level
Gold swinging like it's Mayweather
Money Team, brown bag, drinking on that liquor
Her daddy own the Marriot downtown
She told me I'm flyest nigga on the ground
Like I ain't heard that before
Keep it blazing with the Supreme towel under the door

[Chorus 2]
I'm seeing vivid shit
I'm tripping bitch
I'm seeing shooting stars and neon pyramids

[Bridge]