Stoned Monkey

Yeah, pass the pot.
See, me, I'm like a robot.

I walk along colored street on this Friday.
X and DMT prop my step keep me tidy.
Near dirty club I see sky of magenta.
Let me go, let me in, let me pass through the enter.
Above my bug-eyes floats mister Hofmann.
Have a nice day! Shit the pants. It is normal.
"-Body go home, you are stoned and so weak!
-What? Who am I? Suck the tractor-driver's dick!"
Yeah, I got in, it is safe, it's so priceless.
Shimmering colors and gyroscope dances.
Dizziness coming, I'm climbing the wall.
Am I feeling bad? Go to hell, not at all!

Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.
I'm searching for the gain.
Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.
I'm searching for the gain.
Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.
Where to go, how to chill, how to…
I'm searching for the gain.
Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.
Where to go, how to chill, how to…
I'm searching for the gain.

Yeah, another pot.
It feels,like I am a God.

My arms are so wet and my eyes are so red.
Nobody guesses, if alive or just dead.
The Matrix has me it's gotta be acid.
Everything's ruffling, should I take some antacid?
Colors are fading, my conscious's clearing.
Wow wow, slow down, I'm not done with my chilling.
Does anyone have any dose of cocaine?
Or anything else I can put in my veins.
Somebody thought of, Some of them knew.
Somebody says : Monkey see, Monkey do.
So I can spend such a way every day.
Don't interfere and move out of my way.

Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.
I'm searching for the gain.
Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.
I'm searching for the gain.
Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.
Where to go, how to chill, how to…
I'm searching for the gain.
Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.
Where to go, how to chill, how to…
I'm searching for the gain.