Acid is Good-Re:Mix (feat. Hooligan Lou)

Alleviate the imagery, chaos in my welders mask
Stuck in a decision tree of skills and buffs I'll never have
Harrowed by the holes in me, what's leaking out, I shouldn't ask
I just wanna know if that's still me up walking after that

Like letting go is letting go, growing up is growing old
If that's my leg behind me, and I'm moving faster now, it's better gone
That's just the respect in things, but with my own I'll never know
Solo dolo, walking lone and lonely ain't the way to go

And mirror me, ain't nice in years, which one, which one
Pick and choose and disappear, there's pissed on and pissed off
One that's poetry and tears, and then there's pissed on and pissed off
One that's smoking, drinking beers, and there's pissed on and pissed off

I'd just rather stop talking, it's hard enough walking
Now I gotta add emotions, put my body in convulsions
I ain't got the spoon, fork, or culinary conscience
On a good day, a bad day, or any day is often

Acid is good
Acid is bad
Psychedelic, baby, crazy
Sometimes I think about you lately
People say, should I do acid, maybe
Just don't drive for the ride, understand

I almost took my own life, and my own damn hands
At the wheel of the van, or the car, whatever
It's a freestyle, off the top, I do it way better
When I don't think too much, haven't tripped in a year

Because I've been making trap music, I don't wanna interfere
With the vibe of what I'm making
Real deal music's when you're psychedelic, taking
Fake music's when you don't even know your own situation

Have you had a revelation
Have you realized that half of the time
You don't get an invitation to what your homies be creating
Vibes in the basement, it's cool, you don't need it

Just go to your room with a tab or a shroom to defeat it
Not defeated, but understand, and then I repeat it
I did acid before shrooms whoopsie-daisies
For the crazies

Alleviate the imagery, chaos in my welder's mask
Stuck in a decision tree of skills and buffs I'll never have
Yeah, I just wanna trip and not hallucinate the misery
Always playing games, when in turn the game is playing me
I just wanna sit and laugh with roses as the losers stare
Always been a loser, look around and tell me who was there
Was it you, was it me, was it you, was it you

Please don't talk about psychedelics
If you aren't ready to see what heaven in hell is
Yeah
I never spoke metaphor through the eyes of the needle
Truths are spindle threads in the distance, dancing in the wind
Months of heaven endured through strips of paper resilience
Paint the most hellish fire in the soggiest watercolor brush