Ayahuasca Flow Lyrics

It's an impressive finesse of a regular veteran, baby, jaded

Him with the emerald pine, evading 5-0 when I'm faded

Life ain't a bitch, she a test, and I'll ace her

Tequila Mockingbird, no chaser

Leave her so wasted, adjacent

Escaping away just to barely escape it

Ayahuasca, how you dodge the purge from the concoction

And not vomit, I think that means that I'm a shaman

Call it what you call it

DMT, it make me solid, my goddess

Aphrodite, shimmer fractals ultraviolet

Fibonacci was wildin'

And I got 25, whatchamacallit's up on my dresser

Webster would call that shit a plethora

Fear and loathing in my 20s

Loaded, cut the road up on my Vespa

But even then, I must confess, I had my zest up

Effortless, effervescence rest up

Bubbling, fizzling, how I'm feeling, button your vest up

Bless your motherfucking heart

Boy, I've been fresh from the start

Back when the player played the game

These days, you just play part

I got effervescent through the pressure

Till it stresses my heart

I cannot stress it part enough

I keep it pushing, don't park

Parked at the park after dark

Roll up that pollen then spark

Roll up the windows, they are

We all pass out in my car

Wake up and pop half a bar

I think I know who they are

Skip a stone across the pond

As I ponder of my fate

Thoughts ripple across the lake

I think I can make waves, so make way

I made brainstorm a tsunami in a meditative state

Then binge-watch some Toonami with my anime bae

I'm Jeepers Creepers creeping by in a Jeep

To these people out here just to trip for the weekend

You dig it, baby? It's the motherfucker

I'm high on that Wiz Khalifa

Just bumping that Queen Latifa Jeepers Creepers give me your peepers

What's up people

What's up world

I ain't worried about nada

I got a whole lot of soul water, I'm dipping

I'm dipping,

Skipping county line crossing ' fuckin' plenty daughters

It's the Kono Metata, baby

I'm Jeepers Creepers

Just bumping that Queen Latifa Jeepers Creepers

Give me your peepers, what's up, people

What's up, world

I ain't worried about nada

I got a whole lot of soul water stop front in'

I'm dipping, diving

Skipping, county line crossing,

Fuckin', plenty daughters

It's the Kono Metata, baby