Don gimme me no lovin’
Don gimme no food.
When I’m high on cannabis
Just music and a diary will be good.
My mind just opens up
When I’m high on pot.
And tells me stories
And tells me stories
Too fast for my hands to jot.
As I groove to the music
And close my eyes.
I can feel it go to my bones
Making my heart a bit more wise.
When I try to describe the feeling,
I find myself stumped.
For my soul is wandering,
In seven million places and once.
Just music and a diary will be good
When I’m high on cannabis,
Don need no food.
Don need no lovin’.
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