Lyrics
[Intro]
[Atmospheric synth pads, distant vinyl crackle]
(Spoken, low voice)
"Light that up... and let the Purple Haze take you to bliss..."
[Verse 1]
[Rhythmic flow, storytelling tone]
She was a hippie with a heart made of high-grade gold,
I was a stoner with a story that had never been told.
We were rolling doobies in the back, dodging burnout tags,
Moving hash and ganja out of tattered leather bags.
She’s the gardener, I’m the connoisseur, we grow the dream,
Blowing Chronic Sativa like a pressurized steam.
She passed the joint, said, "the chronic be burning hot,"
"We got that Buddha herb hitting every single spot."
From the reefer to the THC, she’s my purple-tinted haze,
Just two potheads in love, lost in a grass-green maze.
[Hook]
[Dreamy, melodic delivery]
Violet visions, neon in the mist,
Purple Haze got a ghost-like twist.
Thai genetics got the mind on a flight,
Crossing through the Haze in the middle of the night.
Brain on fire, yeah, I’m feeling the spark,
Berry-scented smoke trailing out through the dark.
[Verse 2]
The sun is sinking low, turning violet in the sky,
My hippie girl beside me with that Sativa in her eye.
We outran the burnout labels and the pothead games,
Now we’re connoisseurs of light, dancing in the purple flames.
One last doobie for the road, let the Chronic take the lead,
We planted seeds of Buddha, now we’re harvesting the weed.
From the hash to the high-grade, the journey’s been a blur,
A gardener of ghosts, yeah, I’m lost in love with her.
Let the THC dissolve the walls, let the reefer smoke remain,
Purple Haze forever, washing out the world and pain.
[Hook]
[Dreamy, melodic delivery]
Violet visions, neon in the mist,
Purple Haze got a ghost-like twist.
Thai genetics got the mind on a flight,
Crossing through the Haze in the middle of the night.
Brain on fire, yeah, I’m feeling the spark,
Berry-scented smoke trailing out through the dark.
[Outro]
[Slow fade, tape delay effects]
(Spoken softly)
"14 to 26 percent... straight to the dome."
(Melodic ad-libs)
"Berry clouds... indigo hues...
Just the gardener and the connoisseur.
'Scuse me while I... yeah...
Lost in the Haze..."
[Fade out with sound of a lighter clicking and a long exhale]
