its a long day Friday
its like movin on this way
got Xzibit up tight, right
Partner cam through wit two white boys
(duuude)
talkin noise bout a hot spot
where bitches come alone
and niggas dont cop block
let the top drop
and we out
hit the liquor store
give me O.E. and three blunts
no make it four
anything else
(Vitamin C pills and orange juice)
what are you drinking gin
(no dude its the shroomz)
the shroomz? (what?)
yeah thats some other shit
one of the reasons why George Clinton sees the mother ship
how high it make you get
fucked up?
throw it up, guts
or do it have you stuck wit soft dick and cant fuck
hold up
now chew 'em up and slam the orange juice
vitamin c chase
kill the taste
you can tell its nasty by the look on my face
dont get it twisted like a nigga coked up
and druggied down
see cannibus and mushrooms be comin from the ground
all natural
post it at the club
looking funny style
tight slack
pimp feather hat
where the bitches at
here
we giving orders at the bar holding money
when all of a sudden
all the people started looking funny
and started lookin runny
and likwitfy
right before my very eye
this is a different kind of high
(ohh shit, you see this shit
this motherfuckers melting and shit)
niggas and bitches walkin by that i recognize
feeling hypnotized
pupils dialated changing size
thats when i heard the battle cries from across the room
set thes crooked niggas straight
nickel proof
activate
for mom
i brought wild niggas smashing you
came crashing through
elbows and right hooks for you
we got thrown out by this time
my shit is blown out
pull the phone out
accelleration and we bone out
in the zone out beyond
Captain Kurk and cling on
shit that im on
be high powered like a yukon
back to my house
fucked up
trying to see straight
how much of that bullshit did I actually take
(2 grams duuude)
god damn
no wonder why I feel like a underneath total white boy fagot
we got beef
over did it holms
niggas playin bones in the living room
restless
try to find anything to mess with
where my keys at
pickin up clothes
trying to fold this shit
see my riot gage on teh wall
better unload this shit
fucked up niggas and fire arms dont mix right
cocked back the chamber
dumping shells till it felt lite
thought I dumped the all
counted 7
but it was 8
straight gone
point the barrel at teh flow and let it go
(fuck!, shit!...wooow...ah ah ah its cool, I just shot the flow man.
Its all good, its all good...ah ah where everbody at, ah shit (haha)

I'm on shrooms! (yaaaaaaaaay! )
I'm on shro-ooms! (yaaaaaaaay! )
I'm on shrooms! (yaaaaaaaay! )
I'm on shrooms!
(Laaa, la-la-la-laa-la-la, lalalaaaaaaaa, la-la-la)
(Laaaaaa, lalalalaaaaa, lalalala)

Now it's too late
The only thing that's left is a-wishing (Mmmm, oh yeah)
The lights have gone out in your house (Whoa)
And everybody's missing
I wonder if it's sunny in California (Oh Yeah)
California used to be my home (Ooh)
I've come so far from San Francisco
To walk these streets alone
I tried to sell my soul; nobody wants to buy it
Try to get my love to you, but you don't even wanna try it
All my dreams are undone
In the Streets of London
(In the Streets of London)
In the Streets of London
(In the Streets of London)
I guess I knew
My eyes were blind by my command (Mmmm)
I could have reached out, pulled up the shades
Maybe it was all too close at hand
Ooh, so call me a clown
Let me play my charade for you
Pull my strings and watch me walk (watch me walk)
Down the lonely avenue
People passing by, I don't see their faces
Looking back behind me I can't even find the traces
All my dreams are undone
In the Streets of London
(In the Streets of London)
In the Streets of London
Oh (In the Streets of London)
In the Streets of London
(In the Streets of London)
In the Streets of London
(In the Streets of London)
In the Streets of London
(In the Streets of London)
In the Streets of London, yeah
(In the Streets of London)
In the Streets I'm
Walking the street going up and down
I'm acting like a fool and I feel like a clown
Oh, rain coming down on the avenue
I got nothing left to lose
In the Streets of London
(In the Streets of London, yeah)
In the Streets of London
I'm walking, I'm walking, I'm walking, I'm walking, yeah
(Ooh, in the Streets of London, yeah)
etc.

sleep, my love
dream warm and hard and true
in pieces, in colors
in a cloud of awkward blue
hold, my hand
I feel the things you tell no man
move through you, so easy
it's a knife that cuts me through
and you bring me your charms
in the cool of your soft little hands
in the heat of your legs and your arms
you bring me your charms
in, my arms
in the circle of my arms
you're my baby, my lover
that is warm and hard and true
when you bring me your charms
in the cover of our evening sheets
in the twist of our legs and our arms
you bring me your charms
in, my arms
in the circle of my arms
you're my baby, my lover
that is warm and hard and true
when you bring me your charms
in the cover of our evening sheets
in the twist of our legs and our arms
you bring me your charms (repeat x times)
lyric by jon levine