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I don't know why all these people be trippin with my head So what's up with them head trips All these flaky girls So what's up with them head trips So what's up with them head trips We used to go out and that was cool But now I'm saying "what's next!" like the Leaders of the New School It's not the fact that you weren't attractive But I can't have none of the behind the back shit And now you're just a fraction of my memory Because your scandalous ass was sleeping with a friend of me Who claimed he was down but he got caught see The only way he was down was eating mosleys and broccoli And now you admit I was somewhere broken But when I hit you bout it now you say I gotta be joking Your mentalities will never get you any places Between the two of you, you got four faces Your tasteless behavior blew your disguise So I guess it was just a blessing in my eyes You're better off working on Sunset Strip So get to steppin with your head trips [HOOK x2:] I tore your memories into pieces and bits So whats up with them head trips Songtexte Now I see you at shows and clubs, And you'll be coming up to me and sayin, "hey Key what's up?" But I gotta say your shit's out of order Jocking me harder than an athletic supporter But when I don't pay your ass no attention You start flirting with my boys on a mission of redemption You got a problem with no cure You should be singing "I would never lie" cause you're immature But you're really doing me a favor when you flirt with my friends Because my real friends would send your ass away and always be there in the end Unlike the so called friends who come and go like trends The way your act shows and everybody knows You try to get on every bro but all you are is a garden tool Foolish actions but Kool ain't havin it, So find some other fool for your head trip antics [HOOK x2:] You're immature and now you're dealing with that shit So whats up with them head trips Head trips apply to punks as well Who try to engulf it in the lies that they tell I would have to be naive to believe Any of the hypocracies that you conceive Cause everyday you keep approaching me Constantly flipping your mouth about what you can do for me But it's plain to see that if you was really down You wouldn't be talking so much s-h-i-t Saying you could do that for me, you could do this for me But in reality you'd never do shit for me You're always bragging but ain't got no clout Just a bad case of diarrhea of the mouth Go get yourself some Pepto Bismal With the b.s. you flow, your future looks dismal You better put your lies on pause Cause I got more belief in the existence of Santa Claus I declare your credibility dead There'll be no trippin cause I'm moving on ahead [HOOK x2:] You say you'll hook me up but you ain't done spic So what's up with them head trips Step off with them head trips Step off with them head trips So what's up with them head trips Aus Songtexte Mania