Stoned Monkey

Everyday, everyday, ever everyday i think of.
 where to go, how to chill, how to... i'm searching for the gain.
 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.
 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 vein.
 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 outta my way.