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.