I got a bag of weed and a pile of some shrooms
Miles of many miles higher than the moon
Lifting off like a rocket going far into deep space
A Psycho astronauts hymn on a rhythm based
Roundabouts, Roundabouts, Roundabouts we go
A rotation of ideas
Ready to explode
Rogue planetary spins
Cycling the pedals of the cosmos
Going Off-road, going on route, solar role, how it goes
Frequencies alike link up like a light
How it shines bright, A circuit of energy connecting the vibe