[Intro] Yo, from the Jamaican hills to the Russian streets, Dreadlocks down, but now I'm pounding beats. No more puffin' clouds, just droppin' bass so deep, Sober mind sharp, in the hardbass keep. [Chorus] I used to be a Rasta, chillin' with the ganja high, Loved that sacred herb under the island sky. But now I'm clean and mean, no smoke in my lungs, Addicted to hardbass, where the real fire's sprung! I used to be a Rasta, vibes irie and slow, Sacred herb my ritual, lettin' worries go. Now I stay sober, feel the bass hit my core, Hardbass addiction, forever wantin' more! [Verse 1] Woke up one mornin', the haze started to fade, Heard that thumpin' kick, callin' my name in the shade. Traded my spliff for speakers blastin' loud, From reggae roots to the hardbass crowd. No more red eyes, just energy pure, Basslines droppin' harder, makin' my spirit soar. Sober and slammin', no need for the green, Hardbass is my drug, keepin' me lean and mean. [Pre-Chorus] Hard bass! (Hard bass!) Feel the drop! (Feel the drop!) No high like this, never gonna stop! [Chorus] I used to be a Rasta, chillin' with the ganja high, Loved that sacred herb under the island sky. But now I'm clean and mean, no smoke in my lungs, Addicted to hardbass, where the real fire's sprung! I used to be a Rasta, vibes irie and slow, Sacred herb my ritual, lettin' worries go. Now I stay sober, feel the bass hit my core, Hardbass addiction, forever wantin' more! [Verse 2] Crowd's goin' wild in the warehouse glow, Lasers flashin', bass makin' the ground flow. From Bob Marley's wisdom to the gopnik stance, Sober raver now, lost in the trance. No foggy thoughts, just rhythm takin' control, Hardbass pulses through my very soul. Addicted to the beat, no turnin' back, Sober life's the hack for this sonic attack. [Bridge] What if the herb was just a bridge to here? Clearin' my path, makin' everything clear. No chains from the past, just bass in my veins, Rasta evolved, breakin' all the reins. Hardbass forever, sober and free, This is my jam, eternity! [Outro Chorus] I used to be a Rasta (Rasta no more!), Loved the sacred herb (Herb on the floor!), Now addicted to hardbass (Bass to the max!), Stay sober for the tracks (Never look back!). Hard bass... Hard bass... (Echo fading: Hard bass...)
