Yo, ripping these dope lines once again

Looking around at the crowd, and all i see are friends

I kinda live for this rap shit, that ain’t no pretend

Lighting up all the action let the passion in

I like my funds passive, i like my drugs acid

Practice makes perfect before we face any masters

Passing down the disaster only no money

Syncing up with these dummies we all float funny

Outside trying to catch these rays of light

Before the night comes and drowns us all in her thighs

If the moon is a goddess then the sun is a dude

And the planet ain’t flat, y'all are just being STUPID

Let’s all laugh at the clown out here telling jokes

It ain’t my fun to poke at yo, i’m just trying to cope

Turning up all these ghost settings beyond the flow

Pack it up we are so ready to be on the road

Mic traveling speed of sound javelin

Magically transported to an old cabin

Out in the middle of the woods

Minding my own beeswax, now that shit sure does sound good

Verse 2

Yo, I’m tripping on psychedelics once again

Staring at the crowd as they melt into one giant pit

You know i live for this rap shit but let me say

That shit had me questioning every single choice I’ve ever made

Some of us are more sensitive to the vision

Which tends to hinder us when making split second decisions

It can get a little dangerous when the DMT or angel dust

Gets mixed into a couple spliffs that we’re dipping

Chilling outside trying to catch these rays of dawn

Before the day comes and signals the morning yawn

If the sun is a dude, and the moon is a goddess

We go blind staring at the sky trying to catch the smallest

Glimpse of the perfection that skipped us

They ain’t my eyes to poke out roll up the windows

I’ll never fully understand the shit and that’s ok

I’m cool to keep writing as long as y’all pass the cake

Mic traveling speed of sound javelin

Magically transported to an old cabin

Out in the middle of the woods

Minding my own beeswax now that shit sure does sound good