Psychodelics (Don’t Do Drugs) A$AP Rocky

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[Chorus]
Psychedelics heal my brain
Marijuana for the migraine
Both hands to the wood grain
Drip candy paint and octane
On the black tar on the highway
A garage is a arcade
Two whips in the driveway
If I cop more gotta find space for it

[Verse 1]
Concentrate, say it, creep up into my space for it
Now I drip sauce like dry steak
Lookin' at a nigga sideways
Can't read 'em like my car plates
Car speed like my heart rate
Know I seem kinda irate
I just wanna see with my eyes straight
Got a blind date with a bad bitch from a dark place
On the highway to Hell in a i8 on the I-98
Never mind what they say
It's only all about what I think
They say drugs kill the brain cells
Guess I'ma boost the crime rate
Guess I gotta take time, fine
If I make mistake
I guess I gotta find the peace of mind like the last track on my tape

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