[Verse 1: Van Gar V] Sittin' on psilocybe silo, see? I got a great view Sighin' in exhaustion, while I'm awin' in misbelief Three eyes like flying saucers cause these shrooms I eat Like often in my belly, no peanut butter jelly, just cannibutter keif I take one for the come-up, two for the roll, three to get trippy and four to go Often ottering through barely audible audio, all this oughta offer me an option out Put your darts out, come on Trudeau, tell them the truth about the pseudo and put Harper out Scratch that I meant weed, scratch that too I'm on shrooms May as well legalize them too, to give me somethin' to do Indoles dissolved in Dole juice and it's nothin new, not to this crew Might OD or sum', hear that odd ding 'till the mornin' when the sun come When the sun come it leave you breathless, have you starrin' at it like a thousand dollar necklace A thousand drugs, a thousand ways to die, I'm so three thousand fifteen just like a frozen fry Futuristic. My doctor said "supposed to be autistic" A thousand dead and it's so realistic Took too much last night, with Diipropyl' saw the light Trip on the clouds profound and proper Lift off the ground when you hear my sound, hell-bound on shrooms It's cool. For you, it's awfulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
