Getting high with the help of my mate Nazmul's tune br Sounds of the piano and violins pour into my room br Plus the deep thudding bass and snare share my mood br Smokey eyes see no worries through thick white plumes br As the music tells the green its time too bloom br Slow smoke rises up my face I close my eyes so soon br I feel nothing but bass and a sensation I’m on the moon br My minds floated away from this place where problems loom br My body to numb for races but I’m on the move br Removing myself from reality coz nothing there’s true br Spliff hand up to my lips halfway through my zoot br For another ten minutes I think that will do br I’m still in my room but no longer feeling cooped br Worries drown out when music green and I form our groupbr br Kaspa Richardsbr br