Soar

Hey hey hey, Mary Jane, you're always on my mind,
Come running all the time,
There's somthing 'bout the studio that makes me feel at home,
And there's something about this herbal shit that chills me to the bone,
With a mic and a guitar yeah we tearing up this place,
You hear that fucking drum beat as we turning up the bass,
All the thoughts up in my head, I forget 'em in a minute
Now my brain's going dead and I know I'm so up in it
So sit back and mellow out, I think that I could hit it
Kick reality out and let the dream set in it

Yeah, Mary Jane, you always on my mind,

Come running all the time

Come run through your brain all the sounds you are hearing,
Shockwaves they multiply flowing from ear to ear and,
All thoughts of fighting physically come to a quick end,
The reggae music sweeps your senses running through your head,
The peace of mind it provides leaves you hanging on,
Just like that spliff between your lips that you are rippin' on.
From here on out just scream and shout like you are wanting more,
Then take a hit, let it sit, and let your body soar.
I want to feel my body soar.
When the music hits, I get this feeling in my soul,
I salute it, someone must be time to drop
When my head's up in the fog, and my senses in the haze,
Nobody in the world can take this feeling that I crave.
When the music hits, I get this feeling in my soul,
I salute it, someone must be time to drop
When my head's up in the fog, and my senses in the haze,
Nobody in the world can take this feeling that I crave.