Three five of that magic got me staring in the mirror stuck
Out of touch don't interrupt
I'm soaring through a clouded front
Super psilocybin synthesizing senses elevate
Rip the realms of what I see
Whats so-called real I can't relate
Pen become my paper mate
They consummate and later date these bars are born
Heavy like castiron but still paperweight
Taken the shake in microdoses
Full of the magic hocus pocus
Colors can move
All of the room
Bending in and out of focus
Feel'n witchy glitchy hallucinogenic activate
Problems either exacerbate or pass away the mind creates
Three five of that magic
Three five of that magic
Three five of that magic
Three five of that magic got me staring in the mirror stuck
Three five of that magic
Three five of that magic
Three five of that magic
Colors can move
All of the room
Bending in and out of focus
Three five of that magic
Three five of that magic
Three five of that magic
Three five of that magic got me staring in the mirror stuck