[Verse]

I sit with lights off watching mic cords swing

Posters on the wall stars is on the ceiling

Blacklight effect and the phones unplugged

The door's locked world, I don't want to be bugged (Leave me alone)

Blunt is in my hand and the fan's on high

Pages in the trash, four months have gone by

The radio is off, but the music's still on

I even dream about the day I finish writing this song

Pencil's out of lead so I picked up a pen

Now words are permanent I can't erase what just said

Silently I sit, staring at a broke clock

No thoughts, my mind's blank I think I got writer's block

Shit, I gotta stop smoking marijuana

I don't wanna but it's bad karma

And I'm far from reality, I really have no excuses

I know the drugs are bad but I still keep on doing 'em

Ruining my future, optimo's the size of rulers

Smoke runs through ya

Too many Valiums, forgot about my album

Music left me lonely so I started using downers

I'm going downhill, heading towards the rabbit hole

Bye bye reality, I'm never coming back home

My vision's blurry, welcome to a black out

The standard bad trip like a movie you can't act out

Suddenly my room just evolved

My pencil spun around, laughed, and stabbed me in the arm

[?] did the quick dash and broke out the window

Everywhere I look it's like I'm trapped in a Nintendo

Tentacles and bubbles, B-boys and purple haze

Abstract labyrinth, Japanimation motion maze

I'm amazed, you should have seen my face

The visions that I seen were words I wrote on the page (oh, shit!)

[Interlude]

Who's that? That-that-that-that?

Dutch Massive, the dread pirate optimist

*Scratches*

I'm having illusions, having illusions

Then stop doing drugs stupid

I'm having illusions, having illusions

Then stop doing drugs stupid

I'm having illusions, having illusions

Then stop doing drugs stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid

Punk, when I'm trippin'

[Outro]

Is it recording?

Alright we're recording

Ah, this is a, this is a riff I stole from a fellow in Leonia, New Jersey

Freddy Mullens: ex-heroin addict, uh, I think he blew his brain out on too much heroin, booze, and uh PCP

But anyway, he walks the streets uh, Leonia, [?], city

You don't know where he's at, but he's an interesting character because uh

He just talks in his own world

And everybody that he meets on the street, he don't know who they are, he doesn't remember 'em

But uh, his favorite saying is

Bourbon, magic tricks, and vaginas, vaginas and magic tricks, bourbon

Want bourbon, everybody needs bourbon and magic tricks and vaginas

Heh heh heh...