[Spoken Word: Sammy]

Hey Bernard uhh, Please tell everyone to stop sending me so much messages, I'm, trying to perfect my salad right now, hope to see you guys tonight

[Spoken Word: The Ghosts of Carolina]

Tell us Sammy, what happened to the kitchen? You have seven hours left until your friends come to try out the salad... Heh, better get it done... Oh you're just gonna light that up? Yeah, okay... Just don't smoke to much I mean, you don't wanna trip out... You do, don't you just- You might as well overdose

(The ending makes a sudden change)

Oh uh, get the salad done and, get rid of us in the process. All you gotta do, is prove to your friends, and us, that you can make a proper salad. Speaking of! It's almost like, you've always wanted to prove yourself! What's up with that? Oh well we know what's up, we just want you to figure out it. Yeah keep smoking. Maybe you'll reach to the back of your mind and start actually uncovering what's important. It was never 'bout any of the Salad Sammy, it was all abou-

(Yup keep talking I'm almost done)

(Stage 1: Denial)

[Intro: Sammy]

Okay, I smoke a shroom now

Morphing with the plate, man you better make some room now

Ghosting all my friends today, we bout to have some beef

They say I'll find acceptance through a sudden wind of grief

But them Ghosts of Carolina always playing with them dizzy hearts

Just like Encore Album 4, this is where it really starts

Towards my uncle, I don't show no regrets

But I'll take another puff and hope that one day I forget

Hold on, but- ain't nobody ever let go from denying shit

And living in a fantasy where ghosts be just implying shit

Nonetheless, I'll still resent him with ease

And wait for change to just happen, as I will fuel my disease

[Verse 1: Sammy]

It go like this (like this)

The Ghosts of Carolina forcing me to reminisce

I usually resist, but at this point I might let 'em

Open minded for the salad, like the first time that I met 'em

Let me tell you 'bout a little boy his name was Sammy (censored)

At a young age of thirteen he was plucked from his home

Both his daddy and mommy died so he lived with his uncle

That was 'round the first time he started smoking them fungals

My first trip was all alone trying from the stash

Uncle Jack was on a fishing trip, water droplets splash

Through my head, dead silent house, violent reaction

Stained the couch with my vomit and all around me was Jackson

Screaming at me "Why the fuck did you stain up my furniture!"

There were hundreds of my Uncle circling me in curvature

I passed out on the floor, woke up the next night

Had to try it again but not a single mushroom in sight

[Break: Sammy]

And ever since these days

Something in my brain functions started to change ways!

Voices at midnight calling my name

Before I even knew it I was already playing the game

[Verse 2: Sammy]

The moment I got more I'd smoke them all despite my triggers

And the more I took the more I started seeing certain figures

I didn't know who they were but now it's apparent

Even when I'm all sober, they're still staying transparent

I reached a certain threshold that I see them all the time

Got a sour look from one like I'm a blue spotted lime

Caught attention of me, it was hard to wrap around

They went up to my eyes and told me not to make a sound, saying

Well, I don't remember

But my heart and ears were ringing like the 21st night of September

Only a few years later I see the cause of their appearance

Traces back to Uncle Jack his stash and mental incoherence

[Break: Sammy]

He goes- smoking 420 like a boss, I be beating my nephew

I abuse the lil bitch cause he don't got peace on his menu

(You gonn' hear about his uncle even more throughout this venue)

[Verse 3: Sammy]

They say the apple doesn't fall far from the bush

Uncle Jack and I we have our differences beside the mushrooms and the Kush

All I'm tryna say is due to him abusing me and beating me

He got me clinging on to some addictions very fleetingly

I guess that I'm aware I'm in denial

But I cannot dare to dial any number that will make him homicidal

I'll just smoke another one and wait for him to pass away

Cause if Karma's real he should be counting his fucking days

Another day passes though, another day passes and another day passes and another day passes and another day passes and another day passes and another day passes, I-

-see no reason to stop now

If it helps me I shouldn't question how

(The ending makes a sudden cha-)

[Outro: Sammy]

So you're just gonna keep smoking?! Tell us Sammy, what's the worst thing that can happen? The worst case scenario he murders you, and then what? He will get what he deserves! He will rot in jail, come on, he can't hide forever so... Why not fight back? Why not fight against the cause?!