Lyrics Monkey Madness - Sycco

Semi old fentanyl
Pulling up, cup me up
Helping me throw my needs away
Semi cold, freaky flow
Drugs like old gold
Helping me put my mind at bay
Seminal chemicals
Blurring me, stirring me
Helping me throw my needs away
Throw my needs away
Throw my needs away

Head fuck, telling me to find my love
Eyes roll back, couldn't find my love
But for drug, maybe I could pass my cup
Head fuck, telling me to find my love
Pull up, pop the trunk
Pull up, pull up, pop the trunk
Call it what you want
Call it, call it what you want
I got what you want
I got, I got what you want
Meditative blood
Cult loving's what you want

I can't risk l'll ever get to find another
Without you with me, head ain't spinning, I won't bother
Waking up ain't worth the loss of you, my upper
All this love in vanity, can't reel it in this state of mine
'Cause loving you is better on a high
Bluffing fears and empty time
No manners in these matters we ride (Okay, okay, okay)

Head fuck, telling me to find my love
Eyes roll back, couldn't find my love
But for drug, maybe I could pass my cup
Head fuck, telling me to find my love
Pull up, pop the trunk
Pull up, pull up, pop the trunk
Call it what you want
Call it, call it what you want
I got what you want
I got, I got what you want
Meditative blood
Cult loving's what you want
Pull up, pop the trunk
Pull up, pull up, pop the trunk
Call it what you want
Call it, call it what you want
I got what you want
I got, I got what you want
Meditative blood
Cult loving's what you want

So gone
Coughing and ageing
I've been elated
Too long, l'm fading at dawn
So gone
Coughing and ageing
I've been elated
Too long, l'm fading at dawn

Pull up, pop the trunk
Pull up, pull up, pop the trunk
Call it what you want
Call it (Okay, okay, okay)