High And Trippin’ Devin The Dude (Ft. 14K)

[Chorus]
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?

[Verse 1: Devin The Dude]
High and I'm trippin', I'm in the kitchen
Fryin' up some chicken, the rhymes you've been missin'
I put away the pots and pans, time to punch the clock again
Hit the stage, rock the fans, a lot of weed, lot of hands
In the air, hit the square, that's some pretty good shit you have
You rolled it kinda crooked, yeah, it's a hole in it, lookie there
Hold it like you're playin' a flute, I don't like to stay in the booth
But I need to fix my teeth, they say I look like a sabretooth
Nevermind them, bitches, I get behind 'em
And grind 'em so hard I make 'em cough up the condom
I'm just bullshittin', I'm too old to bang for hours
Mr. Copeland come a-courtin' with a gang of flowers
But if your thang is sour, go find a shower
Pantyliner and some kind of fine vagina powder
I was lookin' for some strangé since I was a young age
Dick got stiff soon as I took a whiff one day

[Chorus]
Can you hear it? (Aw, yeah)
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?