(Collect yourself, find yourself)
Asked me why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I told her I don't know, Vetements on my jeans, my clothes
Don't wanna get high no more, not tryna die alone
'Help me find my home', told her to leave me alone
Your chain fake, and it's turning your neck green
I'mma make a check bleed
Audi R8 to the SRT
Now you can't see me
Comme des Garçons
Already know what I'm on
Smoking on strong
Walk in, I'm settin' the tone
Matte black, and them wheels turning
Big blunt, that gas burning
Tiger backwoods when I'm in the club
PJ to Italy, big purchase
I'm off a G6, brodie got ties with the Mafia not talking three 6
Best believe it
Asked me why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I told her I don't know, Vetements on my jeans, my clothes
Don't wanna get high no more, not tryna die alone
'Help me find my home', told her to leave me alone
I turn her on like a light switch
I am not normally like this
Geeked off Psilocybin
Nine times out of ten, I'm lyin'
Candy paint, candy red, on my new AMG
Gripping grain, stacking bread, all of these dead's on me
15k, cash instead, plug better pay my fee
Mind my business, take meds
I'mma stack my cheese
Talk about money, that's who I be
Stunt in NYC
I think she likin' my fresh white tee
Broke boy don't jack my steez
I chop it up like machete, stackin' my fetti, I'm on a whole other levee
Speak of the money got plenty, rocking that Fendi, I'm finna count up these benji's
Asked me why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I told her I don't know, Vetements on my jeans, my clothes
Don't wanna get high no more, not tryna die alone
'Help me find my home', told her to leave me alone
I turn her on like a light switch
I am not normally like this
Geeked off Psilocybin
Nine times out of ten, I'm lyin'
Run your mouth, you'll never see me again
Never see me again
John Vickers - Psilocybin! Lyrics
John Vickers - Psilocybin! Lyrics
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(Collect yourself, find yourself)
Asked me why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I told her I don't know, Vetements on my jeans, my clothes
Don't wanna get high no more, not tryna die alone
'Help me find my home', told her to leave me alone
Your chain fake, and it's turning your neck green
I'mma make a check bleed
Audi R8 to the SRT
Now you can't see me
Comme des Garçons
Already know what I'm on
Smoking on strong
Walk in, I'm settin' the tone
Matte black, and them wheels turning
Big blunt, that gas burning
Tiger backwoods when I'm in the club
PJ to Italy, big purchase
I'm off a G6, brodie got ties with the Mafia not talking three 6
Best believe it
Asked me why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I told her I don't know, Vetements on my jeans, my clothes
Don't wanna get high no more, not tryna die alone
'Help me find my home', told her to leave me alone
I turn her on like a light switch
I am not normally like this
Geeked off Psilocybin
Nine times out of ten, I'm lyin'
Candy paint, candy red, on my new AMG
Gripping grain, stacking bread, all of these dead's on me
15k, cash instead, plug better pay my fee
Mind my business, take meds
I'mma stack my cheese
Talk about money, that's who I be
Stunt in NYC
I think she likin' my fresh white tee
Broke boy don't jack my steez
I chop it up like machete, stackin' my fetti, I'm on a whole other levee
Speak of the money got plenty, rocking that Fendi, I'm finna count up these benji's
Asked me why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I told her I don't know, Vetements on my jeans, my clothes
Don't wanna get high no more, not tryna die alone
'Help me find my home', told her to leave me alone
I turn her on like a light switch
I am not normally like this
Geeked off Psilocybin
Nine times out of ten, I'm lyin'
Run your mouth, you'll never see me again
Never see me again
Asked me why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I told her I don't know, Vetements on my jeans, my clothes
Don't wanna get high no more, not tryna die alone
'Help me find my home', told her to leave me alone
Your chain fake, and it's turning your neck green
I'mma make a check bleed
Audi R8 to the SRT
Now you can't see me
Comme des Garçons
Already know what I'm on
Smoking on strong
Walk in, I'm settin' the tone
Matte black, and them wheels turning
Big blunt, that gas burning
Tiger backwoods when I'm in the club
PJ to Italy, big purchase
I'm off a G6, brodie got ties with the Mafia not talking three 6
Best believe it
Asked me why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I told her I don't know, Vetements on my jeans, my clothes
Don't wanna get high no more, not tryna die alone
'Help me find my home', told her to leave me alone
I turn her on like a light switch
I am not normally like this
Geeked off Psilocybin
Nine times out of ten, I'm lyin'
Candy paint, candy red, on my new AMG
Gripping grain, stacking bread, all of these dead's on me
15k, cash instead, plug better pay my fee
Mind my business, take meds
I'mma stack my cheese
Talk about money, that's who I be
Stunt in NYC
I think she likin' my fresh white tee
Broke boy don't jack my steez
I chop it up like machete, stackin' my fetti, I'm on a whole other levee
Speak of the money got plenty, rocking that Fendi, I'm finna count up these benji's
Asked me why my eyes so low, and why I ride solo
I told her I don't know, Vetements on my jeans, my clothes
Don't wanna get high no more, not tryna die alone
'Help me find my home', told her to leave me alone
I turn her on like a light switch
I am not normally like this
Geeked off Psilocybin
Nine times out of ten, I'm lyin'
Run your mouth, you'll never see me again
Never see me again
Writer: Paul Reeves, John Vickers
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