Psycadelik Thoughtz - B.o.B

Psychedelic thoughts, psychedelic calls

From these psychedelic trees and I think it’s rubbing off on me

I think it’s rubbing off on me, I think it’s rubbing off

Faded memories, every face I can’t recall

Who the fuck are you, we was never cool, you ain’t my dog homie

You ain’t my dog, don’t reach

Yeah, yeah, you ain’t my dog

Psychedelic thoughts, psychedelic calls

From these psychedelic trees and I think it’s rubbing off on me

I think it’s rubbing off on me, I think it’s rubbing off

Faded memories, every face I can’t recall

Who the fuck are you, we was never cool, you ain’t my dog homie

You ain’t my dog, don’t reach

Yeah, yeah, you ain’t my dog

I’m searching for an outlet tryna charge my phone

Looking through my contacts ain’t no one to call

Questions that need answers, looking for escape

I’m just looking for that high, can ya help me elevate?

Can ya, can ya help me elevate?

Can ya help me elevate?

Can ya help me elevate?

Can ya help me elevate?

Imagine modern day civilization as we know it just collapsing

Television screens and news reports just serve as a distraction

Propaganda got our minds so flooded that we just paddlin'

Damn it, drowing for air, we keep gaspin' for breath

I take a step, you take a step, I take a step

Living out our dreams till nothing’s left, till there ain’t none left

Bury me in honor, we will not forget to fallen soldiers

I pay respect, I pay respect, I wear the burden

Of the world ever since I travelled on a jet

To a far away place in a third-world city where the whole damn country was

oppressed

Couldn’t help but stomach what I saw but still my conscious was upset

With all the money in the world I really wanna but I can’t express

Some thoughts is trapped inside my head so I roll a blunt to ease my stress

I traveled through the USA where people constantly obsess

Over all this shit that wouldn’t matter if we knew what was ahead

Signing off, psychedelic thoughts running through my head

Psychedelic thoughts, psychedelic calls

From these psychedelic trees and I think it’s rubbing off on me

I think it’s rubbing off on me, I think it’s rubbing off

Faded memories, every face I can’t recall

Who the fuck are you, we was never cool, you ain’t my dog homie

You ain’t my dog, don’t reach

Yeah, yeah, you ain’t my dog

Psychedelic thoughts, psychedelic calls

From these psychedelic trees and I think it’s rubbing off on me

I think it’s rubbing off on me, I think it’s rubbing off

Faded memories, every face I can’t recall

Who the fuck are you, we was never cool, you ain’t my dog homie

You ain’t my dog, don’t reach

Yeah, yeah, you ain’t my dog