Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Brain, artist - The Hempolics
Date of issue: 14.12.2014
Song language: English
In My Brain |
Me sit back, switch back on me clocks |
And reach for me weed spot, inna me diamond socks |
Everybody tell me say, me should a detox |
Them say me burn sensimillia like me born with dreadlocks |
One, pull on me somethin' put your in a headlock |
Freeze the muscle inna your foot and bring you to a |
dead stop make your tongue get broad, make your eye them pop |
Not just high grade i mean the cream of the crop |
Sip me orange juice me girl bring from the shops |
And make likkle joke bout your head full a rocks |
All of a sudden, the door knock |
Boogaloo freddy in a cris' hugo boss suit |
Grinning like a little yout' |
And in a feeing pocket know some more green stock |
And him say this you wanna murder, this you want to shock out |
Me gain one cold dragon stout |
Them tell me say way too much, babylon they ‘bout |
Me tell them seckle freddy man |
True you’re fast with your mouth |
Produced piece a embassy and bring him blue rizla out |
Lick on a sizla and blow blue smoke out |
Hempolics rockin' the name |
(me love me mariweed) |
Mariweed run running around my brain |
Sister of the highest strain |
(tell me bout your sister) |
Keeps on burning, burning in my brain |
(i say we skankin') |
It’s not a man made thing |
It’s a chord with natural laws, still |
Babylon want come and broke me latch offa me door |
It bring benefit whether your rich or dirt poor |
Even police officer love burn the reefer |
Instead of catch thief, me have sniffer dog round my feet |
Like me a bad man |
When most me do, reason and sleep, or eat |
Jah say munchies mash up me teeth |
But it gives me a deep meditation |
Me soul over freedom from society conundrum |
Even the babylon have come to overstand |
Me leave me body there ‘pon the couch |
And travel to distant lands |
Iv’e drunk wine with nefertiti and the egyptian |
Conquered china with genghis and his mongolians |
With all the holy ones, i’ve bowed low and broke bread |
And every word that they said still |
Lock up in a me head |
Marijuana dread me red, me love the sensation |
Sensimilla make me love and embrace the whole nation that’s why… |