Trippin

I must be tripping
I must be tripping
I must be tripping
This feeling got me
I must be tripping
Give 'em with your belly full
You still want to claim them all
You want me to think you’re right
If I don’t, there’ll be a fight
You silent (?) start a war
Another kid (?) hope (?)
Even you one day will die
Had to stop to keep you kind
Freaky freaky, that (?) soul
Coming for you
From the (?) to Angola
With the, with the new sound of Diaspora
Freaky freaky, that (?) soul
Coming for you
I must be tripping, mhm
I must be tripping
I must be tripping
This feeling got me
I must be tripping
Let yourself go
Let it all out
If you want to scream it out loud
Have no choice
Born survivors
We didn’t have no happy souls
We didn’t have no moneys
Locked up in my sleeping room
Writing my own bed stories
Freaky freaky, that (?) soul
Coming for you
From the (?) to Angola
With the, with the new sound of Diaspora
Freaky freaky, that (?) soul
Coming for you
(From the, from the (?) to Angola)
(With the new sound, new sound of Diaspora)
(From the, from the (?) to Angola)
(With the new sound, new sound of Diaspora)
Shit
I must be tripping, mhm
I must be tripping
I must be tripping
This feeling got me
I must be tripping