(Woo)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
(Woo)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
(Woo)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
(Woo)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Psychedelics trickle through my system
Dreams of dreaming lucid come true, hope I don't miss them
Visions of my past witness them from a distance
Say pass the grass, weed seeded in positions
I think I'm seeded in the system
I hope it ain't too late
Hope the only thing between me and God is the front gates
I hope when I make it they'll stop the fakin' but they won't
(Wait)
That's just a fault of our creation
But nothings every perfect, purses snatched on graduation
At least I got deep thinkin' and some appreciation for the real shit
That, "I know you feel this"
That, hop in the studio and I f*ckin' kill this track
So tell them run this shit back
Hear i'm inchin' at the top of the heap of the stack
Just give this shit a couple years, my only obstacle is fear
So imma sing until it all disappears like
(Woo)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
(Woo)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)