Four One Four - Digital Underground

Listen doctor I have pain That grows inside myself Shelf me please I just can't ease the pain I need some drugs to help Ah pollution fills my lungs And convolution fills my mind Ah my legs do ache I contemplate That living's less than fine My spine does tingle When I think of being Freed from this curse But what is worse I feel Life is a bubble Blown until it's burst Oh doctor I am desperate To get rid of this feeling Oh doctor I am desperate For some good soul healing The doctor turned and gave a grin And reached into his bag But instead of an injection Got a record with a tag That said listen to this daily With hip shaking and such things Then he puts the record in Grabs a mic and starts to sing You need some One four five To make you high to make you high To make you high to make you high When heaven falling from the sky To make you high to make you high Doctor I am feeling better What was that you sang Did you write it or recite it Or just steal it from a band Ah my bones are feeling stronger And my spirit's feeling fresh Ah that dose of 145 has put the life Back in my breath 'Yes yes yes' the doctor said Then he sat me down and say 'Young man don't think I wrote These chords they're written in Your brain' And when you hear them There's a shakedown that begins within The mind Cos these three chords make people Feeling better all the time ah They keep repeating Like a scratch on a cd But it's quality cos these three harmonies Breed positivity Protecting against insanity Of modern insecurities Believe me when I tell you All you need is to be hearing all that One four five To make you high to make you high To make you high to make you high When they said what and you said why To make you high to make you high The doctor turned and gave a grin And reached into his bag But instead of an injection Got a record with a tag That said listen to this daily With hip shaking and such things Then he puts the record in Grabs a mic and starts to sing You need some One four five To make you high to make you high When you could not count to pi When you're told you can't fly To make you high to make you high Times like these you need some One four five ... hhhuuummnn