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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
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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
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