Could you follow me real quick
Got something to show, and I swear it's so sick
You could leave this Earth so quick
Everything below yeah I swear it won't mean shit

Here take one, maybe two
Oh, what's three, maybe four will kill your blues

Ok, now I'm floating
Can you feel the motion?
I swear, I fucking love this
But I think you need more dosing
'Cause trust me this ain't loaded
There's always more new highs
And it's so much more exotic
Mix this with that, now it is a new batch
I'm so exact, perfect, I'm zoning