Stay Trippy Little Hippie Lyrics

Wait, I'ma do this in my RuPaul voice

Roman The Writer

What advice do you have for

11 year old Joshua Ke'Vonne?

Hahaha

My little flower child

Let your soles your meet the green grass

Close your eyes and walk a mile

Keep your blood away from broken glass

How I'd love to watch you stay a while

And follow your ruby red petal path

Find your god in your own style

Stay Trippy Little Hippie, that's that on that!

(That's that on that!)

Yuh!

Don't ever think you ain't tough

Don't ever let the bullies beat you down

So much that you wanna give up

Yuh! Yuh!

Don't ever get into drugs

Don't ever let the peer pressure

Of illegal medicine get in ya lungs

Yuh! Yuh!

Don't ever fall outta love

Don't ever let wolves lookin like sheep

Come and wreak havoc on your trust

Yuh! Yuh!

Don't ever move in a rush

Don't ever feel like you gotta

Be the bigger person and settle the dust

Yuh! Yuh!

Try to avoid whatever you feel is poison

If it doesn't bring you joy

Don't let it destroy you

Only accept what is for you

All of your fortune

Will arrive from familiar sources

If the load is too heavy, then carry a portion

But don't ever forfeit

Learn a lesson from the stress and value what's important

God made you black and queer for a reason, Ke'Vonne

God made you blossom in the coldest of seasons, Ke'Vonne

Your talent will be abundant and bless the ones who receive

So make your favorite music and take it easy, Ke'Vonne

So I decided to ride my bike to McDonald's

And then ride my bike to the park

Eat my breakfast-

Eat my breakfast, read, get on my tablet, and whatever

I just left the Earthbound Trading Company

Bought myself some crystals and a wide brim

Hoping that these 2XL's fit me

A cool collection of pages made of papyrus

Birthstone over the chest bone

Pretty mood ring replacing diamonds

Woodstock top in the darker shade

Allow the outside to match to inside

Which means I gotta ditch the buffalo plaid

I let that pattern represent when I was muddled and mad

I can't act like it was nothing, I can't run from the past

Instead I choose to make a garden from the suffering at last

Let my tears be the raindrops that nurture the dirt

Encourage the birth of roses as they spurt from the Earth

I learned from the worst, and now I put the personal first

Disturbed the cursed, and now there's much more worth in my words

Ahh, that was sick, alright

That's a really…that's a really nice way to end that

You're treating yourself better now

Do you see that in the voice that using to express yourself

In like a lyrical point of view?

Yeah, that last album Flora Fauna was sort of the end of the "Poor Me" type narrative

I think I'm done with that now

Um, I've been in years and years of therapy

And essentially you just gotta accept who you are

And that's the end of it