Songtexte Stoned Monkey - Little Big

Everyday, everyday, ever everyday i think of.
where to go, how to chill, how to… i'm searching for the gain.
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.
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 vein.
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 outta my way.