Ugh, is this thing on? Wait, did I leave the oven on? Shit. Oh well. Yo. Mismatched socks on, that's a calculated choice Just apologized to a lamppost, it didn't have a voice My headspace is a junk drawer, full of second hand notions But I can stitch 'em into blankets, sell 'em back as magic potions Yeah, I trip on flat surfaces, a gravitational rebel My aura’s kinda crooked, on a whole different bevel Overthinking pleasantries and undertipping waiters My train of thought’s a field trip with no adult chaperones, haters I got a million dollar mind but five bucks of attention span Existential crisis in the cereal aisle, that’s the plan I'm a connoisseur of awkward, a master of the weird pause But when the beat is breathing, I’m the one who makes the laws. Oh, you ain't met Trippy? Brain a little drippy Kinda off kilter, but the wordplay’s whippy Yeah, that's Trippy Trek, a beautiful wreck What the fuck you expect? Just cut the check. I found profound philosophy in a tortilla burn mark Deconstruct a conversation from last week when it gets dark My process isn't linear, it's more a game of hopscotch on the moon Fermenting weird ideas that'll probably blossom around noon Tomorrow. Or the day after. My timing’s a suggestion Got a rolodex of trivia that answers the wrong question Like, I know the flight trajectory of a common housefly, man But I can't remember your name, your face, or where the hell I am They say I'm on another planet, I'm just on a different wavelength Exploring inner space and all its psychedelic strangeness I'm a cocktail of caffeine and cosmic curiosity A walking, talking paradox of dumbass velocity. Oh, you ain't met Trippy? Brain a little drippy Kinda off kilter, but the wordplay’s whippy Yeah, that's Trippy Trek, a beautiful wreck What the fuck you expect? Just cut the check. Some folks see a scatterbrain, a handful of confetti I see a universe of options, already cooked, spaghetti This beautiful disorder, this curated mental mess Is the garden where the dopest rhymes all bloom from the distress So if you see me walking backwards, just know I'm on a mission Probably rewinding a thought for a lyrical revision 'Cause the punchline that I just missed is better than the one I got This human glitch is not a bug, it’s the whole damn plot. A beautiful wreck, yeah. What the fuck you expect? Oh, you ain't met Trippy? Brain a little drippy! Kinda off kilter, but the wordplay’s whippy! Yeah, that's Trippy Trek, a beautiful wreck! What the fuck you expect? Just cut the check! Trippy. Yeah. Okay, for real this time, where are my keys? They’re in the fridge? Of course they are.
