t.r.i.p.

zoning off a eight of that magic fungi

take out the bike and i'll take it for a ride

pedal to the metal set a scene in my mind

walk around town with my shoes untied

so i

trip

slip into a

trip

then i slip into a

trip

slip into a

trip

walk up on the road and i see it in the waves

something don't belong

trip me in another place

i just don't

something in the wave makes me wanna see the slaves

i guess that could happen when you get a little taste

traveling

traveling

traveling

like i'm mary jane

catch me if you can

skinny man with no face

and there are no trace

and there are no trace

trip

slip into a

trip

slip into a

trip

slip into a

trip

people won't believe me and i just ask why?"