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Psilocybin
Hip-Hop/Rap
Psilocybin was released on May 23, 2025 by Lifted Productions as a part of the album Psilocybin - Single
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Release DateMay 23, 2025
LabelLifted Productions
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LiftedPro
LiftedPro
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nigel Dante Jordan
Nigel Dante Jordan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LiftedPro
LiftedPro
Producer

Lyrics

Hello, is anyone there
Dude, you ran away from me again
Where'd they all go?
Can't we hear anyone
Backwards sounding geese coming from over on the other side of that field
It's like a synthesizer playing backwards
Geese sounds are fucking amazing
Ill as I been
Describe it
Trippin' on psilocybin
Flippin' up in the island
Lifted up in the stylin'
Witnessed the dawn of dial-in
Now their corporate vision is almost on our eye-lens
So, smart decisions over wild trends
Common sense over wrong intent
But they make their own reason for what the song has meant
And it's always to fit their complex head
Now I can sense the air that crawls along your vent
Staying calm ain't helping
The walls are melting
The ceiling's breathing, calls for help
Bring an eager feeling
My ego kneeling
Before my firearms stretch
For what they may call reaching
In other words, I'm just far-fetched
But bitch, I'm so woke, my alarm slept
I just joke and start to reflect
I miss old cassette car decks
When a rapper had to pack a hard rap
Yet these days, it ain't the hard drive where my heart's kept
I always gave the smart respect
Though I guess
That just makes me
The target next
Knowledge is power
So is sex
More so regrets
The effects of falsifying your quest
Lying, while relying on tech
To prove your own
Hold your youth till you are grown
Homes in my head
These walls just meant to hold up a cover for bed
Kept getting rained on
Bunch of lame johns and jane does
Complain on
And they doze
Cause they always playing that same song
Same beat
Same damn technique
Copying recipes
Sloppy at best, you be
Yelling out "Let's eat" at
Every damn fest we see
Get the Jetson jets and skis
It's a cocaine speech for your empathies
Why the fuck you think we renting these
To be hanging at an empty beach
Been banging since MP3s
Fuck Spotify, I still spin CDs
While they're giving me an awkward eye
I still wonder if I lost my mind
Six hours and no loss of high
Bout to bakes me a possum pie
While I'm hanging eight feet up across the slide
Dilated eyes
Staring in the awesome skies
They aint preparing for the nauseous vibes
That come along with the toxic highs
As soon as you unlock this drive
The shit was wrong
Everything you thought was fly
Is just another lie in your obnoxious mind
Written by: Nigel Dante Jordan
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