| Woo!
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| Bro, these shrooms are kicking the fuck in, like
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| Oh my God
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| You got another one rolled up? |
| Aight
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| And you? |
| Yo, keep playing that shit on the guitar, I like that
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| I like that a lot, actually, um
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| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
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| Let me spit some, huh
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| Put my vibe on boost, mixing goose with the juice
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| And that 151 proof loose in the booth
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| A masseuse with the truth, get my hands on the facts
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| While absorbing it all and I channel it back
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| With a car full of copious chemical cornucopias
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| No cause for claustrophobia in my utopia
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| fuck, feel those shrooms kicking in
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| When the trees all wave and the rooms start to spin
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| With a grin on my face up in space, but I’m fine y’all
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| Pupils so big, can’t tell what color my eyes are
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| Sidebar, 'bout to slide through dimensions
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| In more timelines than Bill and Ted been
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| I’m just too weird to live, too rare to die
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| Tell 'em I got the kinda vibe money can’t by
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| Oh me, oh my, I am in a zone, I
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| Think I’ll stay a while, wanna know why?
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| When the night falls down with the moon in the sky
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| We alright right now, ain’t no losing the vibe
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| Got that liquor in my system, and that smoke up in my chest
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| And those shroomies blur my vision till I feel like someone else
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| And when the night falls down with the moon in the sky
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| We alright right now, ain’t no losing the vibe
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| Got that liquor in my system, and that smoke up in my chest
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| And those shroomies blur my vision till I feel like someone else (yeah)
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| But we alright
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| Blurred visuals, feeling I’m invincible
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| From these habitual, chemically driven rituals
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| Every day I’m waking up, I’m feeling the residual
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| But it’s only minimal, go get my prescriptables
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| Drugs in the duffle like Dr. Gonzo
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| Peace pipe full when I squat with Squanto
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| On so many drugs, you don’t know the half of it
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| LSD, DMT, and peyote cactuses
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| On a spaceshuttle to rock it afar
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| I been chilling on the moon then stop off at Mars
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| I’m way off in space, I’m lost in the stars
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| With a blunt 'bout as thick as a Mamba cigar
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| And I’m suited, tryna stay rooted
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| Think I would lose it but my temperament is suited
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| To all of this intoxicating, and this combination
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| Has got my brain on vacation, yeah
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| When the night falls down with the moon in the sky
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| We alright right now, ain’t no losing the vibe
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| Got that liquor in my system, and that smoke up in my chest
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| And those shroomies blur my vision till I feel like someone else
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| And when the night falls down with the moon in the sky
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| We alright right now, ain’t no losing the vibe
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| Got that liquor in my system, and that smoke up in my chest
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| And those shroomies blur my vision till I feel like someone else
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| But we alright
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| Yeah, we alright, yeah
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| Said we alright, yeah
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| We alright
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| Got that liquor in my system, and that smoke up in my chest
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| And those shroomies blur my vision till I feel like someone else
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| But we alright |