Stoned Monkey
Everyday, everyday, ever everyday i think of.
where to go, how to chill, how to... i'm searching for the gain.
yeah, pass the pot.
see me I'm like a robot.
I walk along colored street on this friday.
X and DMT prop my step keep me tidy.
Near dirty club i see sky of magenta.
let me go, let me in, let me pass through the enter.
Above my bug-eyes floats mister Hofmann.
Have a nice day! shit the pants. It is normal.
-Body go home, you are stoned and so weak!
-What? who am I? suck the tractor-driver's dick!
Yeah, I got in, it is safe, it's so priceless.
Shimmering colors and gyroscope dances.
Dizziness coming, I'm climbing the wall.
Am I feeling bad? Go to hell, not at all!
Everyday, everyday, ever everyday i think of.
where to go, how to chill, how to... i'm searching for the gain.
yeah, another pot.
it feels like i am a god.
My arms are so wet and my eyes are so red.
Nobody guesses if alive or just dead.
The Matrix has me, It's gotta be acid.
Everything's ruffling. Should i take some antacid?
Colors are fading, my conscious's clearing.
Wow, wow, slow down, i'm not done with my chilling.
Does anyone have any dose of cocaine?
Or anything else i can put in my vein.
Somebody thought of... some of them knew.
Somebody says: monkey see, monkey do.
So I can spend such a way every day.
Don't interfere and move outta my way.
where to go, how to chill, how to... i'm searching for the gain.
yeah, pass the pot.
see me I'm like a robot.
I walk along colored street on this friday.
X and DMT prop my step keep me tidy.
Near dirty club i see sky of magenta.
let me go, let me in, let me pass through the enter.
Above my bug-eyes floats mister Hofmann.
Have a nice day! shit the pants. It is normal.
-Body go home, you are stoned and so weak!
-What? who am I? suck the tractor-driver's dick!
Yeah, I got in, it is safe, it's so priceless.
Shimmering colors and gyroscope dances.
Dizziness coming, I'm climbing the wall.
Am I feeling bad? Go to hell, not at all!
Everyday, everyday, ever everyday i think of.
where to go, how to chill, how to... i'm searching for the gain.
yeah, another pot.
it feels like i am a god.
My arms are so wet and my eyes are so red.
Nobody guesses if alive or just dead.
The Matrix has me, It's gotta be acid.
Everything's ruffling. Should i take some antacid?
Colors are fading, my conscious's clearing.
Wow, wow, slow down, i'm not done with my chilling.
Does anyone have any dose of cocaine?
Or anything else i can put in my vein.
Somebody thought of... some of them knew.
Somebody says: monkey see, monkey do.
So I can spend such a way every day.
Don't interfere and move outta my way.
Credits
Writer(s): Ilia Vladimirovich Prusikin, Sergey Shishkarev, Sergey Makarov
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.