My Garden

Life is good you know

You plant your seed and watch it grow yo

One seed, two seed, three, four and five

How many of these seeds can I keep alive

And so I'm singing

Here in my garden (here in my garden)

I'm harvesting every seed with love (love, love, love, love)

And it gets passed around (whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh)

I'm planting my garden (planting my garden)

Harvesting every seed with love (love, love, love, love)

The sun keeps shining down (whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh)

One seed, two seed, three, four and five

How many of these seeds can I keep alive

And so I'm singing

Talking on the fact my garden's sacred

Ain't nobody gonna come and rape it

Ain't nobody gonna come and take it

It's my whole life

Love and passion consumes their reaction

I feed them the feelings that grow them so high

Weed and baby, the blossoms partake in what's awesome

And spread out the wealth that's no lie

I love it when spring comes around

I love putting seeds in the ground

Oh look what's this that I found

Could it be another piece to the puzzle

Looks like a baby tree, pass me a shovel

So I can dig it up and put it in a nice place

Might be Trainwreck, might be Silverhaze

Well anyways I'mma move it to a better spot

So it can get sunlight, be some better pot

Burning on the chronic, always burning on a bag

Got the good buds even got a little hash

Callin' me a plane, always flyin' through the sky

Captain Chronic, I'm supa dupa high

I'm supa dupa fly, I'm a supa dupa guy

Never spill a bong, always got a clean pipe

If you wanna come along, stand by my side

Take a hit of this, get ready for the ride

I'mma take a hit of that then you take a hit of this

Roll the fat bat and mix cannabis bliss

'Cause where I live everybody's got weed to give

So our eyelids cover up our eyeballs, you dig?

We gettin' so high in SoCal

Everything's always better cause we so smoked out

Kottonmouth Kings, no we won't slow down

Still blow smoke rings, bitch watch, what now?

Stacks stay open like 7-11

I smoke my bud like 24/7

Keep it tight packed, never dry out a bag

Always got a blunt wrapped, I'm as high as the heavens

If I get cold frozen then I won't fold

But will the spliff man fry with the lemons?

Drop, pop, pop that bowl

Poppity pop pop, my load

It's harvest time, the moon will shine

Pure magic's in the air

That universal miracle

Like drumsticks on a snare

That cycle and then season change

And healing that repairs

We pass around the sacred pipe

And hold it in the air

We blow the smoke in four directions

Giving thanks each time

And nothing can reward the gods

Like fruit at harvest time

So plant your seeds in loving soil

And water it each day

And live your life with pure intention

Good things will come your way, so we say

One seed, two seed, three, four and five

How many of these seeds can I keep alive

And so I'm singing

Talking on the fact my garden's sacred

Ain't nobody gonna come and rape it

Ain't nobody gonna come and take it

It's my whole life