Lyrics Mushroom Daddy - Cchhrriissttoodd

Plastic bag forest
Plastic cup moss
Hidden in the closet
Written down mark

I provide the dew from my magic black gloves
No touch (no touch)
My babies got luck

Shade babies grow
Peeking bald heads throw of the dirt
They wanna show brown skin but I see gold

Warmth gave a grow spurt
See the helmets curl
Like a psychedelic promise from deserting soldier girls

They ready for their daddy
I pick them up they reaching
Like a female Bernd Armando Brandes
Waiting to be eaten

Aluminum cradle filled with filth
Like my metal aint trv black
But still the leader of my cvlt

Mushis galore
Imma save some for later
Maybe dry them microdose them heal my sores
Maybe bake them

Just lemme taste them
So they know right away what daddy loves and hate
What we despise and crave

Wait
Who tastes who
Lemme taste one more
Mushroom

O holy halo
I feel it in my gut
Warm sweaty palms
Got some fruit and some nuts

Bowl of fruit shimmering in the sun like its loot
Gimmy I'm a bad boy but my intentions are good
My empathy growing with the minute feeling cruel
Got me wondering if pistachio aspired to be consumed
My fork in a slug escargot the strangest feeling
Had more compassion for a nut
This cargo really trippy

They window sill chillin even got no chance to seal em
Gentle gluttony one by one they leaving
Last one laying on the silver bed I'm grievin'
Reunite them with its siblings while my syllables start bleeding

Feel like the walrus story of curious Oysters
But who consumes who
Am I the hoister or the hoisted
Mushroom daddy or daddy mushroom
Imma clear the room and go ask Alice for some pointers

Mushroom
Daddy
Mushroom
Daddy
Mushroom
Daddy
Mushroom
Daddy
Mushroom