Trips to the Moon ft. Lukey Lyrics

I don't know what to do

Roaming around in my room

Sail on that jerry till noon

I'm taking trips to the moon

I don't know where to go

We just bought a pound of the blow

I shoot that clip then I reload

Only be speaking in codes

Breathe

Breathe

Choking my head under sheets

I get to fucking up dreams

Demons ain't talking they scream

Waves

Crash

Looking back into the past

I numb myself and relapse

Bruises and welts I collapse

If you couldn't deal with me

Then sure as shit

Couldn't deal with me now

(Deal with me now)

Days, weeks, months

Passing me by and I'm still feeling down

(Still feeling down)

Maybe lord

Tabs and percocets will help me figure it out

Yeah

Or maybe they're a one way ticket

To a fucking box in the ground

I'm way too young for all that

I'll play it the safer way

(Play it the safer way)

And face all my problems

On a daily basis

Praying they just fade away

Yeah

I don't know what to do

Roaming around in my room

Sail on that jerry till noon

I'm taking trips to the moon

I don't know where to go

We just bought a pound of the blow

I shoot that clip then I reload

Only be speaking in codes

Breathe

Breathe

Choking my head under sheets

I get to fucking up dreams

Demons ain't talking they scream

Waves

Crash

Looking back into the past

I numb myself and relapse

Bruises and welts

I collapse

I never count dates

Only live in the moment

Gripping the mic

On the stage imma own it

Addicted to drugs

Doesn't mean I'm condoning

Ain't filling the void

Out this world I be zoning

Catching the wave

Gonna catch you a fade

Plotting and planning

To break out this cage

Bathing in salt

Imma bite off your face

Earning my stripes

I cannot be tamed

Starving artist and I'm getting real hungry

Jumping off the hooks

No need for bungees

Everyday I be counting my money

Future looking bright

Eighty and sunny

I don't know what to do

(I don't know what to do)

Roaming around in my room

(Ohh)

Sail on that jerry till noon

I'm taking trips to the moon

I don't know where to go

We just bought a pound of the blow

(Just bought a pound of the blow)

I shoot that clip then I reload

Only be speaking in codes (Ooh)

Breathe

Breathe

Choking my head under sheets (Oh)

I get to fucking up dreams (Oh)

Demons ain't talking they scream (Oh)

Waves

Crash (Oh)

Looking back into the past (Oh)

I numb myself and relapse (Oh)

Bruises and welts I collapse (Oh)

Ohh