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