This is a song about "Tripping out on sunny days"

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Flipping im outta my mind tripping on acid and wine,

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Tripping on the same shit that made physics spin

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

I've met depression on numerous days

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

I can keep goin on and on on these mutha fuckas for days.

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

You making it blatant you're tripping on layman's

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

I live on the beach yea its sunny outside kids playin in da heat

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Just grazin for days on a thousand laughs.