[Intro] [Atmospheric dub echo, distant flute] (Whisper): Little man with a giant cloud... Gadulla style... yeah mon. [Verse 1] Aluminum shell, cherry soda spill, One tiny spark, now my mind is still. Lost mi digits, lost mi name, Everything's burning, but nothing's the same. Got a crushed tin cylinder inna mi hand, Trying to remember why I even stand. Fumes inna mi vision, grey and thick, My brain is playing a magic trick. Melting down like a candle in the sun, Far from the place where I started to run. [Bridge] [Spacious sax solo, heavy delay] Visibility zero... can't see mi toes, Where is the flame? Only Jah knows. [Chorus] Burning the silver just to touch the sky, Inhale the heavy, watch the world go by. Going up higher... Higher than the birds can fly. Higher... [Verse 2] [Rhythmic Ragga flow] Who dat shadow? Is that me in the glass? Memory fading like smoke on the grass. Bumbaclot! Where did I put the green? The fog is the thickest I’ve ever seen. Toxic whispers from a soda can, Heartbeat drumming like a percussion man. I’m a rookie traveler on a rusty ship, Reality is starting to lose its grip. Metallic taste, chemical haze, Walking through a purple, stinking maze. Just a little nugget and a hole in the tin, Let the baking session begin. [Chorus] Burning the silver just to touch the sky, Inhale the heavy, watch the world go by. [Verse 3 - Guest Artist] [Deep gravelly Jamaican voice] Pass the metal, bwoy, move your feet, Ganja vapor making life so sweet. Don’t need a lighter, we got the soul fire, Sending the spirit higher and higher. We catching visions, no Pokemon here, Rastafarian heaven is finally near. Shout it out loud in the gumba-chumba style, Stay in the clouds for a very long while. [Outro] [Fading flute and glitch percussion] Little crushed tin, cherry soda scent... Don't know where the last hour went. (Hahaha! One love, you little foggy man!) [End]
