Golden Teacher

That's fucked up man
Why's everything so fucked up
God dammit
It's cause we live in a society
What
Yeah man
I don't live here

Too late
Bouta quarter to eight
Fell in love the first time I met you
Too cold
It ain't heroic or bold
I was scared I would might regret you

Have faith in a half-eighth
I couldn't know how to explain you
Got old
Depression taking it's toll
Decompression of your soul

Took a test
And it was the best
All the bliss that came from the rest
Sit down
In a silver room
I ingest the sacred mushroom

So intense
Didn't make much sense
How could this be so preposterous
That night
I was takin a flight
The starfish was in the box the whole time

Golden teacher
Baby I am a preacher
I will lead you to the truth
Golden teacher baby beautiful creatures
Lead you to the fountain of youth



Credits
Writer(s): Orion Smith
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