Текст песни Pineal Gland, Ab-Soul

[Verse 1:]
It was all a dream, I swear it never happened,
I wrote like Edgar Allan, I was po like Edgar Allan.
Let me hit the weed, you know I really need that,
Missin' screws bendin rules like kneecaps,
I don't even know what's real, I'm just bein' real,
Makin' moves, you just another human being bein' still.
Play the fool, you jealous dudes are just a plate of food,
Tell the truth, I'm the coldest cat sabertooth,
Blaze the booth, blaze the Buddha, this ain't hookah,
You hit this shit a few times, you might see the future.
Ask my nigga Blocka, we be rollin' up that Blanka,
Just retire, if I light this fire, I might blow your block up.

[Chorus:]
Enjoy your mind trip but don't trip on your mind,
No man is safe from the war goin' on outside,
That's right, you ever been conscious in a coma?
Please, don't tell my mama this ain't marijuana.
I might be trippin' off that DMT,
TDE limitless like we on NZT,
I made my dreams reality, so to speak,
Or so they say, I could still be asleep.

[Verse 2:]
The black sheep runnin' with a pack of wolves,
Diamond in the rough, tell Brock I need a pack of Woods,
Two white cups full of codeine,
Plus I got two white sluts down to blow me.
Can't you see I'm floatin' like root beer and ice cream?
My synapses act like lightning, probably why I'm so enlightening,
Probably why these niggas can't fuck with me,
I'm lookin' like, ‘Who the fuck invited them?!'
They failed in testing like what's inside of them,
Soulo, Soulo, say it like you mean it,
My demeanor is the meanest, I'm gettin' meaner by the minute.
It's mine, I spend it, my mind is spinnin',
Your time is tickin', the sky's the limit,
We in a space where matter don't matter,
Just spirit molecules and geometric patterns,
Shitted in a crater last time I sat on Saturn,
Got a letter from Andromeda, they tryna shrine my bladder.

[Chorus:]
Enjoy your mind trip but don't trip on your mind,
No man is safe from the war goin' on outside,
That's right, you ever been conscious in a coma?
Please, don't tell my mama this ain't marijuana.
I might be trippin' off that DMT,
TDE limitless like we on NZT,
I made my dreams reality, so to speak,
Or so they say, I could still be asleep.

[Verse 3:]
I'm in a whole 'nother realm, go to hell!
Last nigga tried to scratch the surface broke a nail,
Last nigga tried to cross the line got crucified,
We overseas, back-to-back, never wore Chanel,
The new nucleus never sittin' in a cell,
Genius idiot, best description of myself,
I'm in a fuckin' lab coat rhymin' as high as shit,
When I die, donate my organs to science, bitch!

[Outro:]
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes,
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes,
You got three eyes, three eyes, three eyes,
You got three eyes, but you can never see us.