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No this is isn't G-Funk, this is just a beat,
That i like to call Steampunk, made it in my sleep,
I used to be a mean drunk, drinkin' like a tree trunk
Every other week, before
I found that magic mushrooms in a cup of tea,
Is all i really need with two hits of Lsd
I must admit its been fun, rockin like a steampunk pirate on the sea
Can you see the parade rearrange all around you,
Its all a game for the brain, thinkin' "How true!",
As soon as you think there's no round two,
Here comes something new, out of the blue
In and around you
Count to infinity plus one,
When you finish you will get the chance to walk with us, son,
Bus 1-0-6-0-6 wants to take you to a place full of schitzo pricks,
The acid makes me really placcid,
Makes my willy flaccid, takes a silly bastard,
To take a silly hazard and blow it all out of proportion,
I don't know why my mother chose to not have an abortion,
A torsion field will build you up a portion
Of energy before the cemetery becomes your home,
So just go and throw caution to the wind,
And when you're near the end and think how much you have sinned?
Its like...
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Before i enter the room, I'll be talkin' to doors,
When i get on the shrooms, you'll find me walkin' on walls,
Im stuck inside of a kaleidoscope,
All because i tried to find a wider scope
To expand my views, pick and choose just one outcome,
And watch it manifest while you're screamin' "How come!"
A victim of circumstance
Locked at a freak show in circus lands
Im a nervous man's worst nightmare,
Im gonna make sure the surface spans the first sight where -
You see me pull the horizon wide open
And make it go and swallow the sun with time broken,
Anything esoteric is esoterica,
They're gonna need more than God to bless America,
Cause when i get to the top of the hill,
I'll bump into God, get him poppin' a pill
<HOOK>
You wanna have a sook, here's a napkin, sook,
Im off to explore like Captain Cook
Or more like Freud, an all-night void
Away from the safe side of foresight, boy!
Of course i joined to find joy, was by choice,
The dark side was in need of the right voice,
I like to lie back as i rejoice
With my man's absinthe, Pan's Labyrinth
Is where i go, there are no
Shortcuts to be sure, kuz, scared to know
Or find out cause to try might mean
Gettin' stuck inside the wall inside the mind, ive seen -
In my dreams - the white beings,
Made up out of light beams, the sight seems - highly irregular,
There's never a night that i don't see them,
Leadin' me to a fight for my freedom,
Treatin' me with the knowledge of colleges, yo
I'll eat an orange with porridge in cottages, so
Pick a number and run with it bro,
No wonder im known not to be someone to know,
Comin' to go...
