Psilocybin Vibin - Paul Wall

Dimethyltryptamine, tippin' on the scene

White cup full of dopamine, yes, I am clean

Sideways and I’m getting fried, like chicken wings

Got the psilocybin high going, don’t intervene

Got them boys talking dyne, 'cause my trip is pure alkaline

Who is the man?

That would be myself, I am him

You don’t understand how my head spin like a fan

I can see stars, mescaline, hallucinogen

Poppin' them like tater tots, nope, they’re microdots

Lights everywhere, serotonin to the max

Connect the dots, now I relax

High as a satellite, get off my nuts

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Please make a toast while I microdose

You not high as me, not even close

No overdose, but I’m very close

I’m definitely way too high to take picture and post

Now ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh boy, oh boy

I added a Soma, oh joy, oh joy

I’m high as Alaska on ayahuasca

No bath salt, no spice, and no tobacco

I’m psilocybin vibin' on an island

Gettin' high and models want to be my friend

Slidin', getting mind bent, no fine print

I’m also higher to you times ten

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