

(mhmmmmm) Staring straight into the burning surface of the sun
High and coming at ya like a bullet from a gun
Need a little magic mushroom just to make it make some sense
Lost inside the heat where the shadows get intense
I lost my mind,
I've done the time
I am Mike Honcho,
drug rug poncho (yeah)
Mike Honcho fading out in the midday glare
Woolen threads of the drug rug catching the thick hot air
Floating in the static of a psychedelic state
Watching all the rules of the world disintegrate
I lost my mind,
I've done the time
I am Mike Honcho,
drug rug poncho (oohhhhh)
I am Mike Honcho...
Drug rug poncho... (mmmmm)