Psilocybin

I'm a desk, a lamp, and a writers utensil

I'm the ink in the pen, the lead in the pencil

I'm the piece of paper he chose to write on

I'm the skill, idea, and the righteous right on

The stimulant, drink, smoke, and psilocybin

The acid in his head, any hat he's gonna try on

The beat or the music, the sound in the speakers

Fillin' your soul like your feet in them sneakers

Fans on the bleachers, the stands, on the dance floor

Their energy is me and it's me when I transform

Becoming a memory, a long lost emotion

I'm the development, depth, and devotion