Stoned Monkey lyrics

Yeah, pass the pot.

See, me, I'm like a robot.

I walk along colored street on this Friday.

X and DMT prop my step keep me tidy.

Near dirty club I see sky of magenta.

Let me go, let me in, let me pass through the enter.

Above my bug-eyes floats mister Hofmann.

Have a nice day! Shit the pants. It is normal.

"-Body go home, you are stoned and so weak!

-What? Who am I? Suck the tractor-driver's dick!"

Yeah, I got in, it is safe, it's so priceless.

Shimmering colors and gyroscope dances.

Dizziness coming, I'm climbing the wall.

Am I feeling bad? Go to hell, not at all!

Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.

I'm searching for the gain.

Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.

I'm searching for the gain.

Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.

Where to go, how to chill, how to…

I'm searching for the gain.

Everyday, everyday, ever-everyday I think of.

Where to go, how to chill, how to…

I'm searching for the gain.

Yeah, another pot.

It feels,like I am a God.

My arms are so wet and my eyes are so red.

Nobody guesses, if alive or just dead.

The Matrix has me it's gotta be acid.

Everything's ruffling, should I take some antacid?

Colors are fading, my conscious's clearing.

Wow wow, slow down, I'm not done with my chilling.

Does anyone have any dose of cocaine?

Or anything else I can put in my veins.

Somebody thought of, Some of them knew.

Somebody says : Monkey see, Monkey do.

So I can spend such a way every day.

Don't interfere and move out of my way.

• Artist:Little Big
• Album:With Russia From Love