Smoke up, do what you must do, wake up, inhale The earth grown fumes - Higher than mountains, but oh so goddamn deep - The morning star we reach, thank for yourself And that's you - you times a million Look around we surround the fields on guard for, The perfection of the seed Try hard, to stop us which you can't, out numbered, By the marijuana camps - larger than nations, I can't name one with out, must kill the king of drought Planting of pleasure, rising up, stretch towards the skiy Look around we surround the fields on guard for, The perfection of the seed This way of life has become an addiction Despite right or wrong and the closed superstition Despite right or wrong Perfection of the seed
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