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letra de 80 down scenic - home brew

[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 sh-t 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 he-rs-
onto the whenua
through the uruwera, the spirits opened the heavens up
we came to bury a king
a celebration for a totara 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 bulls
or 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 p-ssed
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
daytripping 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?
sh-t 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 sh-t 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 pōhutukawa 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
f-ck 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 n0body 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 needs 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 f-ck, battery’s flat
f-ck

- home brew

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