Tonic from Medicinal Music by Trax A Trillion

Hook:
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we getting high)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we in the sky)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we getting crunk)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(got that gin up in my cup)


ladies love that I’m a devil
mixing rap with heavy metal,
mixing weed with my liquor,
and got mushrooms in my kettle,
never settled I’m a rebel,
revolutionary fellow,
follow me u will see,
ill only lead u to the gallows,
but u follow any way,
cuz were all suicidal,
just a buncha alcoholics
out here turning up the bottle,
got the pedal to the medal,
and I’m going full throttle,
got me all the way up,
and I’m going out my noggin
got em rockin to my rhythm.
give em triillion rhymes a minute,
while I’m sipping on my spirits,
got my pipe full of spinach
going pop eye on these bitches
on a mission to get twisted,
but i quit wit the pills and i quit wit the powder
i stick with the weed and the liquor,
then i go lick her until she gets quivering,
beggin for the dick, so i guess that i give her it,
maybe u thinking that this shit is ignorant,
but that just means that u really aint listening,
I’m just talking bout the world that I’m living in,
this is my reality this how i deal with it,
turn the shit off, if u don’t wanna listen,
im sick of u bitches thats giving opinions


Hook:
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we getting high)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we in the sky)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(we getting crunk)
Mix my tonic with my chronic
(got that gin up in my cup)

got that bombay sapphire,
sitting by a campfire,
girl is sucking on me,
like a God damn vampire,
am higher than pompey,
b4 it blew its top,
dropping pyroclastic ashes,
burning holes in my socks
sock it to em, rocket fuel,
rock n roll, lots a booz,
problem yeah i got a few,
but I’m a dude who’s not tool,
I’m doing well, how are u,
i got the good shit, cop a few,
im not a fool, im not confused,
i got this shit, I’m on the move,
I’m on the goose I’m on the Henny,
never forgetting what i wrote down,
i hold down, my moms spaghetti,
drop confetti, i just won the race,
unfazed by the competition,
i got the vision to upstage,
the opposition with optimism,
they worshiping opulence,
im opting out of it, I’m the opposite
fuck paying homage to an obelisk

this crazy shit is making me wanna quit,
but i got this shit, no stopping this,
cuz i got my fifth and i got my zip

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Pop Punk
• blues rock
• reggae
• underground hip hop
• underground rap
• Lansing