[Hook] Low eyes, third eye, Smoke going left while my thoughts go right, Mushroom underneath me looking up like, “Human thinks he’s high— I’ve been underground my whole life.” [Verse — The Spore] I am smaller than the period finishing your sentence, Still carrying instructions for a cathedral in my genetics. Daniel walks above me with Royal Sap burning, Thinking he’s observing nature— Nature’s observing. Humans call intelligence something sitting in a skull, Meanwhile mycelium built networks before your internet was born. So smoke. Learn. Laugh at what you know. The biggest universe sometimes starts microscopic and alone.
