text: Zoning off a eighth of that magic fungi
  Take out the bike and Ill 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, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Then I slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Walk up on the brook and I see it in the waves
  Something dont belong, trip me in another plane
  Not just a mirror, image of a chill place
  Something in the wave makes me wanna see space
  I guess that could happen when you get a little taste
  Traveling, traveling, traveling, like Im being chased
  Catch me if you can, skinny man with no face
  And we gone, no trace, and we gone, no trace
  So I trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Then I slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  People wont believe me and I just ask why?
  Im the BrownBagBoy, I dont even gotta try
  Take a look in my eyes, thats P-H-I
  Straight walk around town with my shoes untied
  All these rappers givin up, Im the one who know why
  All they do is snort lines while your boy up in the sky
  Said little human with your closed third eye
  You can never understand all the things in my mind
  You should trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Just slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Slip into a trip, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip
  Trip, bitch, trip, trip, trip, trip, trip