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Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine Purple music does the same to my brain And I'm high So high Don't need no cymbals, no saxophone Just need to find me a style of my own And I'm high So high Some people can't understand Just bein' inside a church don't make a righteous man You're high So high In time we all die, all music gone So we better try our best to get along And get high So high, oh oh oh oh Ain't got no theory, ain't got no rules I just let the purple music tell my body what to do And I'm high So high Every subject, any key Purple music can't be judged, it happens naturally It's alright Alright, oh oh oh oh We'll find a serpent to sacrifice We'll make a wish and then we'll visit purple paradise We'll get high Yes we will, so high Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine Purple music does the same to my brain And I'm high So high Next page Don't want reaction, I just want the act It's easier to give love than it is to give it back 'Cause I'm high So high Oh, oh, oh Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine Purple music does the same to my brain And I'm high, oh oh, oh Don't need no cymbals, no saxophone Just need to find me a style of my own And I'm high Oh oh oh oh oh I'd love some I'm high So high Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine Purple music does the same to my brain And I'm high So high We'll find a sacrifice To get some purple paradise So nice, purple paradise is so nice Yeah yeah yeah yeah! Baby, baby, I say, I say, I say Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh yeah If you understand my color Put your hand in your crotch No, no, no, no, no, yes! Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine Purple music does the same to my brain And I'm high So high Don't need no cymbals, no saxophone Just need to find me a style of my own And I'm high So high Some people can't understand Just bein' inside a church don't make a righteous man And you're high You got to be high In time we all die, all music gone So we better try to get along And get high oh, no, no no no no oh oh All get high I ain't got no theory, I ain't got no rules I just let the purple music tell my body what to do And I'm high So high Every subject, any key Purple music can't be judged, it happens naturally Ain't it alright? Ain't it alright? Don't try to fight it It's time for your morning bath, sir What would you like to bathe in this morning? With all due respect sir, I think that I think that it might Oh, oh no I don't want to play anymore I don't want to play anymore Purple music does things to my brain and I'm high Step on it That's right Drive, you idiot Faster, faster! Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine Purple music does the same to my brain And I'm high, oh oh, no no yeah Oh oh oh oh Don't need no cymbals, no saxophone Just need to find me a style of my own And I'm high Oh high, oh high high, yeah, oh oh Some people can't understand Just bein' inside a church don't make a righteous man No oh oh, no oh oh Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Writer(s): Prince Rogers Nelson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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