Purple Haze
Curren$y ft Lloyd Trinidad Ja Lyrics


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The four-one done, another one rolled up
I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up
Baby doll, I met her in H-Town
Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho'
We can take it all over in no time
Bake up cake and go lay up, that's no lie
She like damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes
I'm like yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales
I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells
Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail
Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch
Seconds later after that I'm sitting in the Porsche
With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you
She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off
She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next

Purple haze, and codeine
And my baby girl, is all I need
Number nine, I'm on the fly
And I'm feeling so high, [?] don't pull me down

She pick me up and took me on a trip that I've never been
And when she looking up, baby girl I'm going in
She say, no-oh-oh, but I know you ain't shit
Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with
You better watch your [?] play
I laughed when I took her back [?] serious
Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
These riches never change, only the souls
They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat
She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught
[?] sweater, and the weed I bought
Play my heart, lay my heart
Play my heart, I had to let you know

Oh, kush got me gone
Feeling so high, got me so blown
And the shit that I'm on, is cloud number nine, but six be my song
Twenty-one guns, kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs
Twenty-one drums, the heat's on my side in case a nigga want some
But I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna chill tonight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life
Drop a little pink in my Sprite




Pop another pill and take flight
On this Jet Life, Life, Life

Overall Meaning

In "Purple Haze," Curren$y and Lloyd Trinidad Ja celebrate a lifestyle of relaxation, indulgence, and abundance. The lyrics describe Curren$y's experience with a woman in H-Town (Houston) who shares his mindset and work ethic. He brags about his success and the consistency between his lyrics and real life. The song's title is a reference to the popular strain of weed that induces strong feelings of euphoria and creativity.


The opening lines of the song indicate that Curren$y is in the midst of smoking four one-ounce blunts, or "four-one done." While he doesn't drink lean himself (a reference to a popular cough syrup that is often mixed with soda or candy), he encourages his companion to pour up. From there, the lyrics celebrate the couple's sexual chemistry and their ability to make money and work hard while still enjoying life's pleasures.


One line that stands out is when Curren$y says, "Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail." This line acknowledges the connection between street drug culture and the mainstream retail industry, where companies profit off the same substances that are often demonized and criminalized in lower income communities. It also speaks to the success Curren$y has achieved through his music, which has allowed him to live luxuriously while maintaining a connection to his past.


Line by Line Meaning

The four-one done, another one rolled up
One joint is finished, time to roll another one


I don't sip lean, but baby girl pour it up
I don't drink cough syrup, but my girl does


Baby doll, I met her in H-Town
I met my girl in Houston


Counting paper like mine, baby girl a gold mine, fo' sho'
My girl is wealthy and a great partner for me


We can take it all over in no time
We can achieve anything together quickly


Bake up cake and go lay up, that's no lie
We can make money while still relaxing


She like damn homeboy, you really living out your rhymes
My girl is impressed that I am living the life I rap about


I'm like yeah, that other shit ain't rap, that's fairy tales
Other rappers are not truthful in their music


I'm showing my flow, show, sea shells
I am displaying my rapping ability


Drug dealer fortress, got this from legal retail
I have a secure home thanks to my success in legal business ventures


Sitting on the porch, cone lit, flipping the torch
I am relaxing on my porch, smoking a joint and lighting my lighter


Seconds later after that I'm sitting in the Porsche
Soon after relaxing, I am driving my car


With the racing exhaust, I take your bitch away from you
My fast car and wealth make it easy for me to steal your girl


She take some days off, I put them jams on, she take her clothes off
My girl likes to relax and dance while listening to my music


She perform for a Jet, put on for our set, I roll up the next
My girl performs for my crew, representing us, while I roll up more joints


Purple haze, and codeine
I am smoking strong marijuana and drinking codeine cough syrup


And my baby girl, is all I need
My girl is sufficient to provide me with happiness


Number nine, I'm on the fly
I am very high


And I'm feeling so high, [?] don't pull me down
I am happy and do not want anything to bring me down


She pick me up and took me on a trip that I've never been
My girl takes me on adventures I have not experienced before


And when she looking up, baby girl I'm going in
She looks at me with admiration and I am going to perform


She say, no-oh-oh, but I know you ain't shit
She pretends to resist me, but knows I am irresistible


Your whip is just a slave ship, and I'm not no bitch to play with
My car is just a tool, and she is not someone to disrespect


You better watch your [?] play
You should be careful how you behave around me


I laughed when I took her back [?] serious
I laughed when she was trying to be serious with me


Cause her heart is very cold, and the warmth up in her soul
She is cold on the outside, but has warmth inside


You ain't getting you no money? I say damn you broke
If you are not making money, then you are not successful


These riches never change, only the souls
Money does not change people, only their inner selves


They will leave you in the rain, no raincoat
The wealthy will abandon you if you don't have money


She said she met Spitta, I guess the plane caught
She is telling me she met someone famous


[?] sweater, and the weed I bought
I have a nice sweater and marijuana


Play my heart, lay my heart
I am putting my all into this music


Twenty-one guns, kissing on my lips, blowing smoke in my lungs
I am surrounded by my associates, smoking and celebrating


Twenty-one drums, the heat's on my side in case a nigga want some
I have guns for protection if someone wants to start trouble


But I don't wanna fuss or fight, I just wanna chill tonight
I want to unwind and relax rather than be confrontational


On this Jet Life, Life, Life
I am living a luxurious and carefree lifestyle


Drop a little pink in my Sprite
I am adding a little codeine cough syrup to my soda


Pop another pill and take flight
I am taking more drugs and getting high


On this Jet Life, Life, Life
I am continuing to live my luxurious lifestyle




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