| Psychedelic thoughts, psychedelic calls
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| From these psychedelic trees and I think it’s rubbing off on me
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| I think it’s rubbing off on me, I think it’s rubbing off
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| Faded memories, every face I can’t recall
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| Who the fuck are you, we was never cool, you ain’t my dog homie
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| You ain’t my dog, don’t reach
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| Yeah, yeah, you ain’t my dog
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| Psychedelic thoughts, psychedelic calls
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| From these psychedelic trees and I think it’s rubbing off on me
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| I think it’s rubbing off on me, I think it’s rubbing off
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| Faded memories, every face I can’t recall
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| Who the fuck are you, we was never cool, you ain’t my dog homie
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| You ain’t my dog, don’t reach
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| Yeah, yeah, you ain’t my dog
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| I’m searching for an outlet tryna charge my phone
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| Looking through my contacts ain’t no one to call
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| Questions that need answers, looking for escape
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| I’m just looking for that high, can ya help me elevate?
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| Can ya, can ya help me elevate?
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| Can ya help me elevate?
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| Can ya help me elevate?
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| Can ya help me elevate?
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| Imagine modern day civilization as we know it just collapsing
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| Television screens and news reports just serve as a distraction
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| Propaganda got our minds so flooded that we just paddlin'
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| Damn it, drowing for air, we keep gaspin' for breath
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| I take a step, you take a step, I take a step
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| Living out our dreams till nothing’s left, till there ain’t none left
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| Bury me in honor, we will not forget to fallen soldiers
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| I pay respect, I pay respect, I wear the burden
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| Of the world ever since I travelled on a jet
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| To a far away place in a third-world city where the whole damn country was
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| oppressed
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| Couldn’t help but stomach what I saw but still my conscious was upset
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| With all the money in the world I really wanna but I can’t express
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| Some thoughts is trapped inside my head so I roll a blunt to ease my stress
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| I traveled through the USA where people constantly obsess
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| Over all this shit that wouldn’t matter if we knew what was ahead
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| Signing off, psychedelic thoughts running through my head
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| Psychedelic thoughts, psychedelic calls
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| From these psychedelic trees and I think it’s rubbing off on me
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| I think it’s rubbing off on me, I think it’s rubbing off
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| Faded memories, every face I can’t recall
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| Who the fuck are you, we was never cool, you ain’t my dog homie
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| You ain’t my dog, don’t reach
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| Yeah, yeah, you ain’t my dog
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| Psychedelic thoughts, psychedelic calls
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| From these psychedelic trees and I think it’s rubbing off on me
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| I think it’s rubbing off on me, I think it’s rubbing off
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| Faded memories, every face I can’t recall
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| Who the fuck are you, we was never cool, you ain’t my dog homie
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| You ain’t my dog, don’t reach
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| Yeah, yeah, you ain’t my dog |
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