[Verse] Key into the ignition, CD into the system On a mission, Stevie's inner vision Had me reminiscing on some old friends I've been missing Thinking if I drive high enough then they might visit Hear the native wood pigeons and Kingswood pistons Up at this altitude, shit just hits different I can't really explain, way the wipers clear away the rain Same time clear the stress from the brain Burning herb with the native ferns
Turn the corner, see the curves of the earth, God's best work Still remember how we followed the hearse into the whenua Through the Urewera, the spirits opened the heavens up We came to bury a king A celebration for a Tōtara that will grow to shade the next generation Take a ride up north Pour the horse for those that came before Through for the forest floor Feed the bones to the boar that fed me Feel the force through the spinal cord when I hit the Wainui Gorge Just thoughts from a sceptic, driving through the hills self reflecting
No idea where I'm really headed Hoping if I hit the gas, might make the time extension And ascend into the next dimension Kind of tempting when I'm this pissed to shift gear and just drift Right up off the cliff, then lift off into abyss But instead I hit the breaks, pull up, hit the spliff And realise I've still got some more life to live Day tripping through the forest Looking for some thoughts I can forage Speaking for the trees like the Lorax Say that I'm a crim but I'm really just a florist With dreams of living life like a slow loris Off the grid, build a cottage, don't read the comments Chop wood, carry water, and spread the knowledge That's the power, turn the key to wax back the flower I've been smoking like Patrick Gower, magic hour How you been bruv? Shit, it's been a minute since I've seen ya
But I still hear you every time you're speaking through the speaker Eureka, you bet I reek of cannabis, sativa Still naughty by my nature but my nature more like Nietzsche 80 down Scenic Watch the blunt burn into a roach, crawl off then turn into a phoenix I never wrote this shit, I just seen it when I dreamed it No time to dwell on death, I'll speak with him when I meet him Ain't trying to feed him man, my mind is on the future A shooter gotta shoot, I take my time like I'm Luka Practice sukha like the Buddha, rolling a pōhutu- Kawa flower, send a shout out to Tāne Mahuta It's a new lunar cycle Suicidal thoughts get recycled into rhymes laid inside lines of vinyl
Hear the organ like a vital organ Fuck a title, all I need: some good weed and leftover trifle I don't need someone to talk to, just somewhere to drive Got problems but don't want nobody hearing mine I ride through the hills blind, let God guide Wondering what it is that she sent me up here to find Usually, the truth I need's about a year behind From what I'm scared to say, but I'm never scared to rhyme So I hit the lookout, take a book out And rhyme 'til I clear the mind Same time clear the sky Sometimes I get high so I can see where I'm actually at Stevie told me that me and God had to chat So I did then I translated that back to rap Went to gap it back home but fuck, battery's flat
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