Verse 1 I don’t need drugs to trip, my mind’s a carnival ride, A kaleidoscope of chaos, a universe inside. I need drugs not to trip, just to balance the scale, Keep the demons in check when they’re tipping the rail. No needles, no powders, no pills, no potions, My thoughts alone are oceans in perpetual motion. I don’t do drugs, nah, I am the high, A living hallucination, I’m the trip in your eye. Chorus Psychosis or gnosis, what’s the diagnosis? Who cares, as long as it saves money on doses. I’m the alchemist’s dream, the chemist’s obsession, A natural phenomenon, pure self-expression. Verse 2 They say, “Expand your mind,” I’m like, “What’s the cost?” Mine’s stretched so thin, it’s a Möbius knot. I see colors in the silence, patterns in the void, Reality’s a canvas, and my brain’s employed. No tabs, no trips, no little white lies, Just the spark in my synapse lighting up the skies. Who needs a mushroom to commune with the cosmos? I’m astral projecting in my beat-up Converse. Chorus Psychosis or gnosis, what’s the diagnosis? Who cares, as long as it saves money on doses. I’m the lab and the drug, the seeker and sage, A chemical miracle contained in this cage. Bridge I’m the fractal in the fever, the glitch in the stream, I’m the lucid in the nightmare, the prophet in the dream. If it’s madness, it’s magic; if it’s magic, it’s me, Who needs LSD when I’m naturally free? Outro So don’t pass the blunt, don’t pour the shot, I’m already gone to a place you’re not. My mind’s the trip; I’m the guide and the map, No substance required—this is my rap. Psychosis or gnosis, let the lines blur, I’m saving on the shrooms, no dealer, no cure. From the depths of my brain, a trip you can’t buy, I don’t do drugs, nah, I am the high.