Mystik Singh, Snoop Dogg and B Royal - Mushrooms

Oh Shit
Maybe me & mushrooms need to take a break
‘Cause i’m like seeing to much shit right now

Whatchu talkin’ Bout Dog
Whatchu mean lil homie
Play the post when you ball
All these niggas up on me
How you keep that baby face
Said how you keep it so fresh?
And how you keep it look like a vegan
Which opp is like that’s fresh?
Hard times flatlines
Stay in my lane you see
Boxed in but i boxed out
Niggas don’t wanna box with me
Don’t bend the corners
Don’t break the rules
Just stay true to this shit
Stay woke & dopin
with the top open
In the coupe
Nuts, from the city of Oakland

Lil mystik so potent
DMT took a rip
Out of body
I was floating
Then I came down from the trip
Yo Snoop (Yeah?)
Keep rollin (Umm)
Ima puff puff till I’m lit
She like, Oo he really goes in
I hope I don’t take your bitch (hahaha)
And if I did I am sorry
Got bloods & crips all uniting
It’s us
We the people
But we fighting over politics
There’s no vibin’ till I vibrate this into existence
I’m just t-t-t-t-tripping
Stuttering through these dimension

Whatchu talkin’ Bout Dog
Whatchu mean lil homie
Play the post when you ball
All these niggas up on me
How you keep that baby face
Said how you keep it so fresh?
And how you keep it look like a vegan
Which opp is like that’s fresh?

Written in pen or pencil
It don’t matter
I still got the stencil
I keep cadence when my demons wrestle
Angels watching over
Acid flashbacks
It’s that spinal fluid
Wait, let me backtrack to how I got this lucid
No, I didn’t sell my soul to the devil
‘Cause I am Christ
But my veins ice
But I got light
But the bulb is flickering
I feel like i’m going skitzo off these skits again
And my frequency got that code like Fibonacci
I’m in the sequence

Whatchu talkin’ Bout Dog
Whatchu mean lil homie
Play the post when you ball
All these niggas up on me
How you keep that baby face
Said how you keep it so fresh?
And how you keep it look like a vegan
Which opp is like that’s fresh?

The room starts spinning
My vision getting blurry
Smoke in the morning
Mix it with molly
That’s a different story
Who gon’ stop me
I’m seeing visions from a different planet
New interventions with god
Tryna make me understand it
I’m going off of the earth
I’m off the shrooms
I’m going back to the moon
Take it right back to the bricks
Hit up my bitch
We goin back to the room
I’m bout to pass an assist
I’m off of half of this shit
Half of me back in the bridge
Half of me crashin’ the whip
Now that boy talkin’ his shit
I’m like

Whatchu talkin’ Bout Dog
Whatchu mean lil homie
Play the post when you ball
All these niggas up on me
How you keep that baby face
Said how you keep it so fresh?
And how you keep it look like a vegan
Which opp is like that’s fresh?

And I was like okay, mushrooms!

Written by:
Armaan Brar, Balkirat Gill, Calvin Broadus

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