| Well good morning my friends, today we shall discuss the mushrooms
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| How many of you like mushrooms? |
| Ah yes, very nice, very good
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| Now how many of you like psychedelic mushrooms? |
| Alrighty let’s go find some
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| Form a single line behind me, walk slow (follow me kids, come one now, come on),
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| you can do this, let’s go
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| What have these mushrooms all done to my mind?
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| Running through the pines, my head feels wrapped in twine
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| What have these mushrooms all done with my mind?
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| Shrooms I won’t decline, wash them down with wine
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| My life goes better with a mushroom
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| I seem like I’m in a better mood when I’m on a mushroom
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| Clouded up when I’m packing a boom clack, clack, kaboom
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| Get the maniac sounds of I wanna fucking shrooma
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| It’s bound to do ya, all I gotta say is oh no I’m staring at a gobo
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| But it ain’t my name I don’t know my name so
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| Why the fuck am I even tryna get a witness
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| Nobody hangin' out with a weird muothafucker like this
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| Like this, everybody make a fist
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| That be the size of the shroom that I ate
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| I am so high that I intoxicate, anybody looking at me in another way
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| Gonna get a watermelon thrown at them, yep, yep I got em
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| Oh f*ck can’t feel my nose I can’t feel my toes
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| I’m gonna lay down on them, I’m in a full meltdown tripping on the way
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| The tree blows and the way the wind caught them
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| It’s time to come to grips I got a long time til I hit bottom, bottom
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| Bottoming out on the trip and psychotically flowing on all the ju ju
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| I’m not them, I’m proud enough to get up out of this chair
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| I’m proud enough to stop pulling my hair
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| I’m proud enough to get another mushroom outta my backpack
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| Yo sitting right there, gonna sit back close my eyes
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| For I gotta get a move on back to life
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| This is the re-up and now is the time
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| Mushrooms on my mind
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| How many kinds of the mushrooms have you really ate?
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| I focus on eight comfortable ones that are no correlate
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| Yo, you never can’t tell when you eat them
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| Poisonous or in salt don’t eat them, treat em, do a lil' bit of thought
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| Freedom, freedom, fighter when I wanna fight, fight
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| When I’m in the night shade and I know I gotta eat them, eat them
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| I sit in my room and I bubble the water for tea
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| Quicker to get in the blood stream, quicker to trip on the light beam
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| Quicker to give it to y’all, «Dirtball you got me fucked up
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| Why the fuck you do this to us, didn’t really wanna get this high
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| Why you gots to make me fry», look man feel bad but it ain’t my fault
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| I’m the one over here yo stuck in a vault
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| Where the vault come from don’t know
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| But I gotta put a halt to the mushroom gods
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| Can’t see a mutha f*ckin' thing like I’m in a fog
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| And nobody seemin to care that I’m dying a miserable death
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| With no one to call, no one to call and nowhere to fall, nowhere to fall
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| I’ll leave it to y’all, you too can be tall
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| The thin or the fat, the big or the small, they call me the Ball
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| I’m really the one that can give you the psilocybinic advice
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| Now won’t that be nice?
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| We party, we party we do it nonstop
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| We party, we party until they call the cops
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| We party, we party we keep it hardcore
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| We party, we party, we party y’all
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| We party, we party we do it nonstop
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| We party, we party until they call the cops
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| We party, we party we keep it hardcore
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| We party, we party, we party y’all |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mushrooms , by - The Dirtball. Song from the album Nervous System, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп