Released: November 29, 2019

Songwriter: Prince

Producer: Prince

[Chorus]
Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine
Purple music does the same to my brain
And I'm high, so high
Don't need no cymbals, no saxophone
Just need to find me a style of my own
And I'm high, so high

[Verse 1]
Some people can't understand
Just bein' inside a church don't make a righteous man
You're high, so high
In time we all die, all music gone
So we better try our best to get along
And get high, so high, oh

[Verse 2]
Ain't got no theory, ain't got no rules
I just let the purple music tell my body what to do
And I'm high, so high
Every subject, any key
Purple music can't be judged, it happens naturally
It's alright, alright, oh

We'll find a serpent to sacrifice
We'll make a wish and then we'll visit purple paradise
We'll get high, yes we will, so high

[Chorus]
Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine
Purple music does the same to my brain
And I'm high, so high
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[Verse 3]
Don't want reaction, I just want the act
It's easier to give love than it is to give it back
'Cause I'm high, so high

Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine
Purple music does the same to my brain
And I'm high, oh
Don't need no cymbals, no saxophone
Just need to find me a style of my own
And I'm high, oh oh oh

I'd love some

I'm high, so high

Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine
Purple music does the same to my brain
And I'm high, so high
Don't need no cymbals, no saxophone
Just need to find me a style of my own
And I'm high, so high

[Breakdown]
We'll find a sacrifice
To get some purple paradise
So nice, purple paradise is so nice
Yeah

Baby, baby, I say, I say, I say
Oh, oh, oh yeah, oh yeah

If you understand my color
Put your hand in your crotch

No, no, no, no, no, yes!

[Chorus]
Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine
Purple music does the same to my brain
And I'm high, so high
Don't need no cymbals, no saxophone
Just need to find me a style of my own
And I'm high, so high

Some people can't understand
Just bein' inside a church don't make a righteous man
And you're high

You got to be high

In time we all die, all music gone
So we better try to get along
And get high, so high

All get high

I ain't got no theory, I ain't got no rules
I just let the purple music tell my body what to do
And I'm high, so high

Every subject, any key
Purple music can't be judged, it happens naturally
Ain't it alright?

Ain't it alright?
Don't try to fight it

It's time for your morning bath, sir
What would you like to bathe in this morning?
With all due respect sir, I think that...
I think that it might...
Oh, oh no
I don't want to play anymore
I don't want to play anymore

Purple music does things to my brain and I'm high
Step on it
That's right
Drive, you idiot
Faster, faster!

Don't need no reefer, don't need cocaine
Purple music does the same to my brain
And I'm high, so high
Don't need no cymbals, no saxophone
Just need to find me a style of my own
And I'm high, so high

Some people can't understand
Just bein' inside a church don't make a righteous man
And you're high, yeah

Prince

An American singer-songwriter, musician, multi-instrumentalist, and actor that produced 22 RIAA-platinum albums during his 40-year career, Prince may be known for one of many different things – his turn as “The Kid” in the iconic film/album/8 ½ minute ballad “Purple Rain”, being the writer behind the acclaimed anthem “Kiss,” rivaling Michael Jackson at the pinnacle of his career, being the inspiration behind censorship laws, or being the artist addressed as an unpronounceable symbol throughout the 1990s—but while many know of Prince, most don’t fully understand the impact his legacy left on this world.

Going by many aliases throughout his life, Prince Rogers Nelson was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota on June 7, 1958 with his father’s (John L. Nelson) stage name as his own given one. Growing up, Prince suffered from serious epileptic seizures at a very young age, but he had wrote his first composition of many by age seven, and outside of his love for basketball, he wanted music to be his purpose in life. His tumultuous childhood, witnessing alcoholism and abuse, caused him to find refuge in neighbor André Cymone’s home in his teens, where the two competed in local band competitions, leading to Prince’s introduction to Morris Day alongside music with his cousin’s band 94 East, leading him to be courted by record labels and ultimately signed to Warner Bros. Records with complete creative control; at 19, his debut album, For You (1978) was released – Prince played all 19 instruments on the record.

Influenced by the likes of Miles Davis, Rick James, and James Brown, Prince desired to form a music dynasty and after the success of his next albums – the platinum-selling Prince (1979), the sexually-charged Dirty Mind (1980), and politically-motivated Controversy (1981) – he negotiated for the ability to form his own label and manage artists of his own. Prince’s trademark sexual/religious rhetoric within pop-and-dance, funk-rock sound gained him a following, but his opening slates for Rick James and The Rolling Stones were both negatively received and facing bankruptcy, the young artist began to reach for mainstream popularity. Cashing on the drug-influenced doomsday mania of the times, 1982’s 1999 easily achieved that mainstream appeal, landing him on MTV, music charts, and radio stations across the world.

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