[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE]
Ima bout to put a hurtin on a b**h soul
We take a eighth of psilocybe let it all go
Stuck in the middle of the earth [?]
Ima bout to take a little trip and never come home
She [?] up in my chest till the blood flow
Id rather lick it off swallow every drop, oh
Everybody thinking im the devil but im really woke
By woke im not susceptible to brain control but i know that