Listen to Plant Seeds by PALO XANTO

Plant Seeds

PALO XANTO

Alternative

7 Shazams

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Michael Ferrie
Paul Michael Ferrie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greco Rossetti
Greco Rossetti
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Jewels all around me Ain't no boundary Outside your man made cities and counties I see Pileus, it's getting cloudy I prowl free Though the mountain seems high, the mind's higher Ice and fire, where tired eye turns eye of the tiger Open wider And shine like open water Reflect on past trails made to protect I've walked miles through the valley of death Searching for depth and all I found was regret Amongst the hellholes and skeleton bones Hella clones selling souls In a pot that's melting slow Follow the moon until the animals welcome me home A long journey but it's early Don't let the times dictate which way i'm living Find my bliss through my fate Manipulate the world's free fantasy And cultivate reality, start planting seeds Plant seeds Oooh gotta plant my own Oooh gotta grow my own I've been looking, I've been looking for a place called home I've been working, I've been patient, I've been making my own Follow I speak the language of flowers, that's raw flow Feed the soul, keep the ego hollow Burning weed and palo My frequency is freedom My culture ultrasonic Light beam hydroponic, I'm shining on it Bless the mic to the Gods, yea I rhyme shamanic Spitting Psilocybin, time bombing on 'em Tap the spirit so deep, you think your mind's haunted Quite the opposite, how ironic Pulling on your 3rd eye socket All I see is smoke, put the fire on it And let the world burn slowly Can't follow the phony It's too shallow and showy They're just out for the trophy I'm 'bout to roll me a rollie I plant my own seeds, cultivate a life that's most free And keep them low vibes below me I'm too high to be low key Too humble to be hateful And grateful's the gateway to great so I'm planting every blessing I've been granted in the ground And walk my garden for miles Blue sky, red eye, white cloud Got me singing to the eagle and the owl They're telling me the melody is in tune A troubadour of truth spitting flowers from the root Oooh gotta plant my own Oooh gotta grow my own I've been looking, I've been looking for a place called home I've been working, I've been patient, I've been making my own Oooh gotta plant my own Oooh gotta grow my own I've been looking, I've been looking for a place called home I've been working, I've been patient, I've been making my own
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