(Can't You) Trip Like I Do Lyrics
I've got the piece of mind of a killer's soul
I've got the rationale of a New York cop
I've got the patience of a chopping block
I've got the accumen of a seasoned pro
I've got the legacy of a billion souls
I've got the world down my back, but I don't seem to care
I've got the comprehension of a world unaware
Can't you trip like I do?
Laid out on my back, I can't sleep 'cause I'm slumming
Eyes in my teeth, I can't see 'cause I'm eating
Head full of noise, I can't think 'cause it's crushing
Back on my feet, like a freight train I'm cumming
Songwriter(s): Scott Kirkland, Ken Jordan, Richard Michael Patrick, Kenneth David Jordan
Copyright: BMG Platinum Songs, Happy Ditties From Paradise, Drug Money Music, Harder Faster Music, BMG Gold Songs, Emi April Music Inc.
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