Ayo…, check it… Decided I should research, took a different kinda trip, you know the type, Chewed a handful of some fungi from a dude who swore it'd generate some hype Inside my own damn consciousness. Tasted like some earthy, bitter, stale-ass dirt, Felt nothin' for an hour, thought I got scammed, was 'bout to get my money back, I felt absurd. Then the pattern on my wallpaper started twerking, kinda slow, it wasn't great,
Now my lockscreen, starts Talking to me asking for my birthdate?! Now my sweed bookshelf starts whisperin' its own assembly instructions back to me in ancient Greek, My reflection in the TV screen just sighed and said my whole damn life outlook was bleak. Uh huh… shit...it’s gettin' weird now… These squirrels outside my window are arguin' about my lyrical technique and my delivery, One said I had potential, the other said my whole damn vibe was kinda shivery, felt actualy harassed. And just when
I thought the peak had passed, the weirdest part of this whole trip began to loom, Right there, by my coat rack, lookin' awkward, was a six-foot-tall, judgmental, trippy mushroom. He didn't say hello, just cleared his non-existent throat and started droppin' "cosmic truth," for real, He said, "Your hip-hop's much too angry, what the universe needs now is something it can feel." He told me, "You should make some psychedelic rock, that's where consciousness is truly gonna start," And he said it with the confidence of a first-year art student who thinks he's really fuckin' smart. And I'm just sittin' there like… Whaaat the fuuuck? He just kept on talkin', killed the whole damn vibe, I'm just sittin' there like "Jesus Christ, my dude," Had to cut him off mid-sentence, with a little bit of rude, thankless attitude. I was havin' a nice, quiet conversation with a squirrel who actually had some solid points, for real, And you just had to interrupt us with this new-age, cliché bullshit, tell me how you think I feel? I looked him up and down, this cosmic guru with the unsolicited advice he had to spew,
He's waitin' for a "thank you," but my only thought was how to get him out my living room... I said, "Hey, I'm tryna have a moment with my bookshelf here, and you just killed the fuckin' mood..." Man ya really need to read the room! You weird ass purple Shroom!