Little Big - Stoned Monkey

Everyday, everyday, ever everyday i think of. Where to go, how to chill, how to... i'm searching for the gain. Yeah, pass the pot. See me I'm like a robot. I walk along colored street on this friday. X and DMT prop my step keep me tidy. Near dirty club i see sky of magenta. Let me go, let me in, let me pass through the enter. Above my bug-eyes floats mister Hofmann. Have a nice day! shit the pants. It is normal. -Body go home, you are stoned and so weak! -What? who am I? suck the tractor-driver's dick! Yeah, I got in, it is safe, it's so priceless. Shimmering colors and gyroscope dances. Dizziness coming, I'm climbing the wall. Am I feeling bad? Go to hell, not at all! Everyday, everyday, ever everyday i think of. Where to go, how to chill, how to... i'm searching for the gain. Yeah, another pot. It feels like i am a god. My arms are so wet and my eyes are so red. Nobody guesses if alive or just dead. The Matrix has me, It's gotta be acid. Everything's ruffling. Should i take some antacid? Colors are fading, my conscious's clearing. Wow, wow, slow down, i'm not done with my chilling. Does anyone have any dose of cocaine? Or anything else i can put in my vein. Somebody thought of... some of them knew. Somebody says: monkey see, monkey do. So I can spend such a way every day. Don't interfere and move outta my way.