[Intro]
[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 bu*ter jelly, just cannibu*ter 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 d**, 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 awful