Dont Trip by Enyukay Lyrics
That's the sweet spot right there ok yeah
Uh
Enyukay
*(They're asking me if they should go on)
Said lay me down before I sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
We multiply we cultivate
Smoke rasta fire stay close to faith
We classified we closed the gate
We satisfied in a Golden State
See magnified I saw the way
As I design
I concentrate
My master mind
Keeps elevating
And it amplifiеs
My motivation
These random guys
Be cobra snakеs
They can’t decide
We notice fake
We fantasize 'bout goals and fate
We tantalizing make no mistake
No appetite don’t know the taste
I’m satisfied can’t go to waste
Like satellites we roam the space
Ain’t supposed to die
They supposed to break
Can’t justify
Can’t trust police
They bust inside
Ain’t tough to me
Many those survived
Ain't close to me
Very close to god
And ain’t supposed to be
Said lay me down before I sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
We multiply we cultivate
Smoke rasta fire stay close to faith
We classified we closed the gate
We satisfied in a Golden State
If that’s a fine ain’t gonna pay
You testify you chose the grave
Don’t glance around just answer straight
Can’t justify your choice to make
We dance around emancipated
Drink alkaline
Ain’t no debate
Im falcon flying
It’s so amazin'
We can survive
Like cancer patients
Advance my chance for my handsome face
We cancel plans
We can’t escape
If that’s a scam
We know it’s fake
Say thanks to fans
They know to stay
Smoked half a gram in one bowl today
We pranced around and we chose to play
Then an ambulance took me away
And I closed my eyes then I chose to pray
Like
Lay me down before I sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
We multiply we cultivate
Smoke rasta fire stay close to faith
We classified we closed the gate
We satisfied in a Golden State
Said
Lay me down before I sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
We multiply we cultivate
Smoke rasta fire stay close to faith
We classified we closed the gate
We satisfied in a Golden State
Uh
Enyukay
*(They're asking me if they should go on)
Said lay me down before I sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
We multiply we cultivate
Smoke rasta fire stay close to faith
We classified we closed the gate
We satisfied in a Golden State
See magnified I saw the way
As I design
I concentrate
My master mind
Keeps elevating
And it amplifiеs
My motivation
These random guys
Be cobra snakеs
They can’t decide
We notice fake
We fantasize 'bout goals and fate
We tantalizing make no mistake
No appetite don’t know the taste
I’m satisfied can’t go to waste
Like satellites we roam the space
Ain’t supposed to die
They supposed to break
Can’t justify
Can’t trust police
They bust inside
Ain’t tough to me
Many those survived
Ain't close to me
Very close to god
And ain’t supposed to be
Said lay me down before I sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
We multiply we cultivate
Smoke rasta fire stay close to faith
We classified we closed the gate
We satisfied in a Golden State
If that’s a fine ain’t gonna pay
You testify you chose the grave
Don’t glance around just answer straight
Can’t justify your choice to make
We dance around emancipated
Drink alkaline
Ain’t no debate
Im falcon flying
It’s so amazin'
We can survive
Like cancer patients
Advance my chance for my handsome face
We cancel plans
We can’t escape
If that’s a scam
We know it’s fake
Say thanks to fans
They know to stay
Smoked half a gram in one bowl today
We pranced around and we chose to play
Then an ambulance took me away
And I closed my eyes then I chose to pray
Like
Lay me down before I sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
We multiply we cultivate
Smoke rasta fire stay close to faith
We classified we closed the gate
We satisfied in a Golden State
Said
Lay me down before I sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
We multiply we cultivate
Smoke rasta fire stay close to faith
We classified we closed the gate
We satisfied in a Golden State