文本歌词

Trip (旅行) - Kendrick Lamar (肯德里克·拉马尔)
'Boarding completed
I'd like to welcome you
Aboard flight number F2B3
Our scheduled flying time
Will be four hours and twenty minutes
And we will be cruising at
An altitude of thirty-three-thousand feet
At this time we would like
To acquaint you with some of the features
Relax and breathe normally'
Uh coming down like I'm uphill
Hogging both lanes better
Than a bus will
She tell me that my head
Bigger than a bus wheel
But it don't matter cause
She still gon' let me f**k still
I mix a little bit of Kendrick
With some L A weather
Then step out like Chicago
In its finest era
You niggas begging for attention
Doing extra-extra
Downgrading yourself you get
An F for effort
Ha-ha I let the world know
I chose to keep to myself
And let the world go
And if you don't like a ni**a
Then let your girl know
So she can be curious
On Twitter looking me up
I'm laid back with a bad one
You ain't never had one
A** so fat that it tipped
Over the Aston
Speeding on the 1-0-5 till
The f**king badge come
Hello to my wittiness
I'm Cadillac's grandson
And I'm a trip
Ever since an understudy man
I've always been a trip
Mama tell me that she love me
But she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears
You ain't heard it like this
Sounwave drop the beat
I lock the flow down
Now all the way to the moon
We bout to go now
I got enough of the mojo
To go around
So pack your bags
And tell him you going out of town
Cause I'm a trip
Landing on another runway
Fly with me
Or die tryna fly
A shot-down Frisbee
Shout out to Black Hippy
Ni**a we on
Like we never been off
Straight shots of Patron
I'm give y'all the business
To give y'all some business
P**sy ain't sh*t
I can give y'all some b**ches
Clean off her sports bra
She clean off my dishes
Then wear off the Kangols
Hood rats I hate those
And she know what this is
Hey lil' mama
Seen your pretty a** around
The way lil' mama
But why you always in somebody
Face lil' mama
Embarrassing yourself
Get off the stage (Lil Mama)
Ni**a I gotta be that ni**a
If I ain't I gotta be that ni**a
Curtesy of Paula's oldest son
Pay homage
Or pay attention
Open your eyes and hear knowledge
And I'm a trip
Ever since an understudy man
I've always been a trip
Mama tell me that she love me
But she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears
You ain't heard it like this
Sounwave drop the beat
I lock the flow down
Now all the way to the moon
We bout to go now
I got enough of the
Mojo to go around
So pack your bags
And tell him you going out of town
Cause I'm a trip
Gi-give me that
Gi-gi-give me that
That's how I get at 'em
When I look at a shoe rack
Penny for thoughts
Mine start at a few racks
So I can live on a hill
Just off a few raps
I want to live in a space
That none of y'all can visit
That might be outer space
The Jupiter district
I quadruple my vision
If you don't see it then you're
Dead with your eyes open
I've seen bullets hit the wheel
Left his ride smoking
On some Compton sh*t
Somebody that'll ride or die
That's a Compton b**ch
You see my city is the city of Lamar
It'll take twenty years 'fore
A ni**a see them all
The swap meet dumping
The sawed-off pumping
The tree for the low
Don't you know Paul Bunyan
I'm on cloud nine
I can see rain coming
So if I'm out my mind
People don't say nothing
And I'm a trip
Ever since an understudy
Man I've always been a trip
Mama tell me that she love me
But she know her son a trip
Baby open up your ears
You ain't heard it like this
Sounwave drop the beat
I lock the flow down
Now all the way to the
Moon we bout to go now
I got enough of the mojo
To go around
So pack your bags and tell
Him you going out of town
Cause I'm a trip
'How was your flight Mr Lamar
Good hope to see you next time'