T.O.T.I.D.O

[Verse 1]

I'm flying on levels you wouldn't even understand
Medicine still contraband but fuck it, I'm blowing grams
Ask the people mother fucker they'll tell you that I'm the man
Wanna know how I do this put some mushies in they hands

Patterns crawling all over walls, peoples faces morphing of course
I'm tripping balls still eating boards, afternoon 'til the early morn
Lighting up while I'm very gone, weed I'm smoking is very strong
Ceilings covered in Hexagons, Psychedelics keep me in form

Week by week or on a monthly basis, biggest fields or in the smallest spaces
Smoke blunts on a trip take me places, nitrous oxide we fly for ages
Meet new faces discover new races, journey in a matrix unknown to agents
Bask in the cadence, sound is a fragrance control so blatant it's making me

Revel in my blasphemy, narrowly avoid your catastrophe
Don't ask me about apathy actually, blasting out this galaxy
Graduate from the academy, lost sanity, but I thankfully
Gained insight into humanity, now I'm gonna use it to empower me

[Chorus]

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out
If you heard of Timothy Leary you know what I'm about
Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out
Daveed in the house so you know it's going down

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out, Drop Out
Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out, Drop Out
Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out, Drop Out
Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out, Drop Out

[Verse 2]

Like a parachute my mind is open, when I'm working, I stay floating
I stay toking, shit is potent, don't ask me about it I just smoke this
Herb to the face I'm in slow motion, stick to the code that is always spoken
Here's to hoping, a god is scoping, cause if it's just us may as well be choking

Hit the codeine crush it in a cup
Cold water extraction like I don't give a fuck
Pure as morphine feel me floating up
Over reaction means that you don't live enough

You just hitting the club, think you doing it up
Then you see me thinking who he thinking he was
He just getting a buzz he ain't nobody in here
He ain't worth nothing to us

Opiates and hallucinogens, never thought that I would do this again
Hundred times I'm still losing it man, ego death is like loosing a friend
If you ain't like it get moving it then, cause we ain't leaving 'til the movement begin
It's just me and my crew up in here ain't hurting nobody fucking yeah

Sinking into the sofa, Finn & Jake warping on the poster
Adventure time, I need a chauffer, watching Simpson's 'til I'm fucking sober
Put some bagels in a fucking toaster, eating breakfast as a damn composer
Back to work, it's getting closer, hustle hard now 'til it's fucking over

[Chorus]

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out
If you heard of Timothy Leary you know what I'm about
Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out
Daveed in the house so you know it's going down

Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out, Drop Out
Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out, Drop Out
Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out, Drop Out
Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out, Drop Out