Pscilocide - Chuuwee

Scared Straight, Petrified

Bad thoughts, bad vibes

Best of times, worst of times

Countin' money and it’s worth of mine

Freakin' out

Bad thoughts, bad vibes

Let it die

Scared straight, petrified

I might die tonight it’s Pscilocide

Black power

Black and wild

Smoke a pack of loud

From a black and?

Jack Bower, actin' foul

Practice magic like Albus Crou

Jackie Brown, ass round

Tell a bad bitch to come back me now

Talkin' crazy go caps in mouth

Walls meltin' what’s that about

Talkin' bread, walkin' dead

Walkin' lit, they call it Chez

Nameste, off with heads

Off the wall, off the ledge

Walk the plank with no consequence

You won’t pull up sprayin' who talkin' pledge

Pledge aligience to the thoughts it had

Another stem I got lost it them

Lance Armstrong, Austin Texas

Pscilocybin in my morning breakfast

Your life story sounds all depressing

Fresh to death I’m in a coffin dressin'

Too high to read the text message

Askin' Buddah for the best blessin’s

I’m too literal for Netflexin

And fuck you provin' is the next question

Scared Straight, Petrified

Bad thoughts, bad vibes

Best of times, worst of times

Countin' money and it’s worth of mine

Freakin' out

Bad thoughts, bad vibes

Let it die

Scared straight, petrified

I might die tonight it’s Pscilocide

Abstract got me on acid

Touchscreen that’s a whole tablet

Happy Somede, black magic

I got a band I’mma get it crackin'

I’m never slippin' and I’m never lakin'

Was never pimpin I was barely mackin'

I wasn’t simpin' till she threw it backwards

We gettin' married when I get a castle

I’m never scary but I’m really bashful

Don’t make me crazy and unleash the asshole

Don’t talk too loud to me

You a Kyle groupie and your brown Subies

How a nigga talk down to me

He just side show and he a clown to me

Niggas never come around Chuuwee

Now they down for em, this is wild to me

Scared Straight, Petrified

Bad thoughts, bad vibes

Best of times, worst of times

Countin' money and it’s worth of mine

Freakin' out

Bad thoughts, bad vibes

Let it die

Scared straight, petrified

I might die tonight it’s Pscilocide