Lsd Lyrics - Asap Rocky

[Verse 1] 

I know I dream about her all day 

I think about her with her clothes off 

I'm ridin' 'round with my system pumpin' LSD 

I look for ways to say, "I love you" 

But I ain't into makin' love songs 

Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD 

She ain't a stranger to the city life 

I introduce her to this hippy life 

We make love under pretty lights, LSD (Acid) 

I get a feelin' it's a trippy night 

Them other drugs just don't fit me right 

Girl, I really fuckin' want love, sex, dream 

Another quarter to the face system 

Make no mistakes, it's all a leap of faith for love 

It takes a place in feelin' that you crave doin' Love, Sex, Dreams 

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[Chorus] 

It started in Hollywood 

Dreamin' of sharin' love 

My tongue had a loss for words 

Cause my feelings just said it all 

Party just started up 

Dreamin' of sharin' worlds 

Held this feeling for way too long 

Said I really wanna let it go 

[Verse 2] 

I've been gettin' fly because the gimmick's so dope 

I've been getting high cause I figured Lord told me 

I've been drinking, driving, I will never go home 

I'm gon' stay drivin' cause the weather so cold 

[Bridge] 

Feeling low some times when the light shines down 

Takes me high 

Can you feel it? 

Can you feel it? 

Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down 

Takes me high 

Can you feel it? 

Can you feel it? 

[Interlude] 

For all them hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the day (this for my broke jiggy niggas) excuse me, fuck out my face. They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, I learned that from a very wise man 

["Excuse Me" Snippet] 

Okay excuse me, Mr. Bill Collector, I got problems 

My check arrive mañana, I'ma pay my debt, I promise 

I spent 20 thousand dollars with my partners in Bahamas 

Another 20 thousand dollars on Rick Owens out in Barneys 

I said excuse me, why the fuck you lookin'? What's your problem? 

I swear we gon' have drama if you touch my tailored garments 

All you see is niggas here, so that means it's triggers there 

What you mean? We got weed, and codeine and bricks for sale 

I bet a lot of niggas plottin' so you know I got that heater, bruh 

Drive my side of Harlem, catch me ridin' with my nina, bruh 

She got an apple bottom that remind you of Bonita, bruh 

Oh you mean like Q-Tip? Now that girl my new bitch 

Excuse me, no, I believe the proper term's excuse you 

I could switch up on you niggas and start shittin' if I choose to 

That's when the new you becomin' different since they knew you 

I guess the new me is just gon' take some gettin' used to 

[Chorus] 

It started in Hollywood 

Dreamin' of sharin' love 

My tongue had a loss for words 

Cause my feelings just said it all 

[Outro] 

I look for ways to say, "I love you" 

But I ain't into makin' love songs 

Baby I'm just rappin' to this LSD