[Intro]
Yeah

[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, shit 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 hearse into the whenua
Through the Urewera, the spirits opened the heavens up
We came to bury a king
A celebration for a Tōtara 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 bones to 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 pissed 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
Day tripping 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? Shit, 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 shit, 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 pōhutu-
Kawa 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
Fuck 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 nobody 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 need's 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 fuck, battery’s flat
[Outro]
Fuck!