Biflocka

. . . but here in this trippy world, if you ever get the chance to talk to me for the first time, by illusion you'll probably think that I'mma bit of a weirdo or whatever--and a bit skittish and shy with you--but you wouldn't think I'm the kinda weirdo that'd creep down your hallway at night and scare the shit out of you. No way, José. No. I'd be more of the kinda weirdo that makes you uncomfortable with the shit I say. I'd go around sprayin' random philosophical shit at inappropriate times when everyone is just tryna mind their own business and live a normal life. That'd be the weirdo I am. I'd also overthink and imagine things. You'll probably wanna know how I'm imagining the Biflocka psilocybin saving me and how it could save you, too, right now. It's a helluva drug.