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letra de mushroom - biteisme

hey bernard uhh, please tell everyone to stop sending me so much messages, i’m, trying to perfect my salad right now, hope to see you guys tonight

tell us sammy, what happened to the kitchen? you have seven hours left until your friends come to try out the salad… heh, better get it done… oh you’re just gonna light that up? yeah, okay… just don’t smoke to much i mean, you don’t wanna trip out… you do, don’t you just- you might as well overdose

(the ending makes a sudden change)

oh uh, get the salad done and, get rid of us in the process. all you gotta do, is prove to your friends, and us, that you can make a proper salad. speaking of! it’s almost like, you’ve always wanted to prove yourself! what’s up with that? oh well we know what’s up, we just want you to figure out it. yeah keep smoking. maybe you’ll reach to the back of your mind and start actually uncovering what’s important. it was never ’bout any of the salad sammy, it was abou-
(yup keep talking i’m almost done.)

(stage 1 – denial)

okay, i smoke a shroom now
morphing with the plate, man you better make some room now
ghosting all my friends today, we bout to have some beef
they say i’ll find acceptance through a sudden wind of grief

but them ghosts of carolina always playing with them dizzy hearts
just like encore album 4, this is where it really starts
towards my uncle, i don’t show no regrets
but i’ll take another puff and hope that one day i forget

hold on, but ain’t n0body ever let go from denying sh-t
and living in a fantasy where ghosts be just implying sh-t
nonetheless, i’ll still resent him with ease
and wait for change to just happen, as i will fuel my disease
it go like this (like this)
the ghosts of carolina forcing me to reminisce
i usually resist, but at this point i might let ’em
open minded for the salad, like the first time that i met ’em
let me tell you ’bout a little boy his name was sammy (censored)
at a young age of thirteen he was plucked from his home
both his daddy and mommy died so he lived with his uncle
that was ’round the first time he started smoking them fungals

my first trip was all alone trying from the stash
uncle jack was on a fishing trip, water droplets splash
through my head, dead silent house, violent reaction
stained the couch with my vomit and all around me was jackson
screaming at me “why the f-ck did you stain up my furniture!”
there were hundreds of my uncle circling me in curvature
i passed out on the floor, woke up the next night
had to try it again but not a single mushroom in sight

and ever since these days
something in my brain functions started to change ways!
voices at midnight calling my name
before i even knew it i was already playing the game
the moment i got more i’d smoke them all despite my triggers
and the more i took the more i started seeing certain figures
i didn’t know who they were but now it’s apparent
even when i’m all sober, they’re still staying transparent
i reached a certain threshold that i see them all the time
got a sour look from one like i’m a blue spotted lime
caught attention of me, it was hard to wrap around
they went up to my eyes and told me not to make a sound, saying

well, i don’t remember
but my heart and ears were ringing like the 21st night of september
only a few years later i see the cause of their appearance
traces back to uncle jack his stash and mental incoherence

he goes smoking 420 like a boss, i be beating my nephew
i abuse the lil b-tch cause he don’t got peace on his menu
(you gonn’ hear about his uncle even more throughout this venue)

they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the bush
uncle jack and i we have our differences beside the mushrooms and the kush
all i’m tryna say is due to him abusing me and beating me
he got me clinging on to some addictions very fleetingly
i guess that i’m aware i’m in denial
but i cannot dare to dial any number that will make him homicidal
i’ll just smoke another one and wait for him to pass away
cause if karma’s real he should be counting his f-cking days

another day passes though, another day passes and another day passes and another day passes and another day passes and another day passes and another day passes, i-
-see no reason to stop now
if it helps me i shouldn’t question how
(the ending makes a sudden cha-)

so you’re just gonna keep smoking?! tell us sammy, what’s the worst thing that can happen? the worst case scenario he murders you, and then what? he will get what he deserves! he will rot in jail, come on, he can’t hide forever so… why not fight back? why not fight against the cause?!

- biteisme

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