Bullet Sun Spiral

Staring straight into the surface of the sun

High and coming at ya like a bullet from a gun (ahhhh)

Just need some mushrooms to make it all make sense

Walking through the desert where the air is getting dense

I lost my mind,

I've done the time

I am Mike Honcho,

drug rug poncho (oh yeah) Only time

Mike is the winner

Is when he's winning at losing

Mike Honcho's drifting, floating in the haze

Lost inside the patterns of these sunbaked days (mmmhmm) Wrapped in wool

and fibers of a faded threads

While the desert voices whisper in our heads

I lost my mind,

I've done the time

I am Mike Honcho,

drug rug poncho (mmm)

Only time

Mike is the winner

Is when he's winning at losing

Mike Honcho, drug rug poncho

Winning at losing (huuuhhh)