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Benetrip
Hip-Hop/Rap
Benetrip was released on August 29, 2025 by Fire Style as a part of the album When Things Feel Grim
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Release DateAugust 29, 2025
LabelFire Style
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM79

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Lugg
Big Lugg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clay Dietz
Clay Dietz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Lugg
Big Lugg
Producer

Lyrics

Twelve in my hand I just popped, know what I mean
Tripping, sipping, benadryl, Diphenhydramine
No robotripping, woah, I'm slipping, turned into a fiend, yeah
Double cup the Nyquil, was too broke to sip lean
I don't wanna sip no more, I don't wanna do that, no
I don't wanna trip no more, no, I don't wanna go back
It's a ghost town when it goes down
Angels versus demons, I walk back in the house, yeah
Someone turned the tones down, I can't see my toes now
Laying in the bed, hoping I don't pass out
I heard spirits with my peers on deliriants
All these voices in my head, tell me, are you hearing it too
Static textures, I am fearing it, shadows so mysterious
Off of datura, I am disappearing
Yes, I'm going batshit, fuck it, down the hatchet
I just popped a dozen pills and now I'm acting ratchet
Almost hit my casket, I couldn't feel no more
I'm not glorifying this, I hate myself, I'm tryna warn
Twelve in my hand I just popped, know what I mean
Tripping, sipping, benadryl, Diphenhydramine
No robotripping, woah, I'm slipping, turned into a fiend, yeah
Double cup the Nyquil, was too broke to sip lean
I don't wanna sip no more, I don't wanna do that, no
I don't wanna trip no more, no, I don't wanna go back
I was too young to understand I had depression
Try to live my life with no regrets cause failures lead to lessons
But lessons can be deadly and your family ends up with less than
It's a fine line to walk, if I sound preachy, they miss the message
Sixteen pills in my hand, sixteen years sober
Popped 'em daily like the bugle no J. Jonah
I used to pop 'em multi times like they were vitamins
Not New York, but in Houston we swang like Spider-Man
Sixteen years old, one pill for every year
Cigarette drags, take a puff for every fear, yeah
H-town, baby, yeah
Twelve in my hand I just popped, know what I mean
Tripping, sipping, benadryl
No robotripping, woah, I'm slipping, turned into a fiend, yeah
Wake up
Written by: Clay Dietz
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