Fourteen year's old with a ziploc bag in my pocket
Lifting off on that rocket, my friends all packed in the cockpit
I'm cautious, unaware of the force in a g
Taking it slow no forced energy
Fortunately it all worked out could've gone more south than the Florida Keys
More jittery at the moment though cause the unbeknownst potent dose
Would go toe to toe with my psyche
In a night either turning my soul to coal or gold
I closed the door to outside the room
Pale-faced with albino shrooms
Black sky white moon so I'm feeling stable as I consume
Feeling so good
Feeling brand new
I could live in this world forever
How bout you?
One hour later, out in nature, simply roamin' I'm a gladiator
Counting blades of grass on the ground
Occasionally looking at outer space bruh
You'd think that I'm sounding made up
When I say I had never felt so great
Mentos shaken in soda I need to explode, Homogenic song 8
Plus 1? We don't need more faces
We've all been on the peak for ages
Forming bonds with other people
That's been running deeper than the seafloor's elevation
The decor is amazing as well, walls of malachite meet the eyes
Himalayan salt lamp glows pink
In more than one way I've seen the light
Feeling so good
Feeling brand new
I could live in this world forever
How bout you?
As the sun get's to rising the fun begins subsiding
Psilocybin it had me thriving but deprived of it now I'm crying
Nothing but silence in the air, slowly realizing sitting here
That I'm still aware maybe too aware
Dark thoughts but they really clear, hard watch looking in the mirror
What's staring back at me isn't a kid
Twisted my lid open early and ever since then
I'm ajar and been filled to the brim with a sense of dread, fears of death
This crisis existential so I write to get out that loop
Don't wanna be lead-filled like my pencil