The Gardener

Here mate, hit this shit

Don't mean to offend you,

Rather smoke from my menu.

I dont buy from the stock sale,

Got something good for my cocktail.

Throw in the gellati,

A bit of Biscotti.

Some of this z tree,

And more jealousy.

My studio 4,

Will make you want some more.

Headbanger O G,

Will set your mind free.

The black magic,

Make you feel ecstatic.

And this sherbanger,

Gets rid of any anger.

Big farmer won't regard ya,

But the weed will never harm ya.

Take a toke of what I past ya,

They call me the fuckin Gardner.

Now we got this big farmer,

Who's bank accounts are larger.

Their knives are getting sharper,

While they hide behind their armour.

this girl her names Sandra,

They're the ones to fuckin start her.

Only making her life harder,

She can say goodbye to laughter.

But her life just got harsher,

This thing that helps it harms her.

She feels much worse after,

They would slowly just retard her.

And by that it would disarm her,

If only she'd been smarter.

Turn those bastards into martyrs,

Swing a sword and make it darker.

I was having a good time just getting blazed,

Until the pigs come along and took my shit away.

Threw me in a cell and said just look at who's won,

Fuckers didn't even let me keep my shoes on.

Not one fuck they ever gave,

They stuck me in a microwave.

Let me out the very next day,

Try and tell how to obey.

This shit won't miss when you take a hit,

Better smoke this spliff before the biff it quits.

I inhale this reefer deeper,

It is a creature i want to feature.

The greener it seems the sweeter,

This ganja is my healer.

But the fevers making me eager,

I hope this plant is a seeder.

Light this shit up!

Smoke this spliff up!

And take me away,

To a better place.

To a new time and space,

Where they have better shapes.

And different coloured lakes,

I'll dissipate without a trace.

Now bring me back to this earth,

That many do not deserve.

Guna go back to the forest,

Where i don't feel like im a tourist.

They'll be a nice little cloud above me,

This chunky that I'm smoking is funky.

In my hammock im at my warmest,

This feeling here is the purest.

Here, hit this shit

Don't mean to offend you,

Rather smoke from my menu.

I dont buy from the stock sale,

Got something good for my cocktail.

Throw in the gellati,

A bit of Biscotti.

Some of this zee tree,

And more jealousy.

My studio 4,

Will make you want some more.

Headbanger O G,

Will set your mind free.

The black magic,

Make you feel ecstatic.

And this sherbanger,

Gets rid of any anger.

Big farmer won't regard ya,

But the weed will never harm ya.

Take a toke of what I parst ya,

They call me the fuckin Gardner.

Now we got this big farmer,

Who's bank accounts are larger.

Their knives are getting sharper,

While they hide behind their armour.

this girl her names Sarndra,

They're the ones to fuckin start her.

Only making her life harder,

She can say goodbye to laughter.

But her life just got harsher,

This thing that helps it harms her.

She feels much worse arfter,

They would slowly just retard her.

And by that it would disarm her,

If only she'd been smarter.

Turn those bastards into martyrs,

Swing a sword and make it darker.

I was havin a good time just getting blazed,

Until the pigs come along and took my shit away.

Threw me in a cell and said just look at who's won,

Fuckers didn't even let me keep my shoes on.

Not one fuck they ever gave,

Stuck me in a microwave.

Got out the very next day,

Try and tell us how to obey.

This shit won't miss when you take a hit,

Better smoke this spliff before the biff it quits.

I inhale this reefer deeper,

It's my reliever procedure.

The greener it seems the sweeter,

This ganja is my healer.

But the fevers makin me eager,

I hope this plarnt is a seeder.

Light this shit up!

Smoke this spliff up!

And take me away,

To a better place.

To a new time and space,

Where they have better shapes.

And different coloured lakes,

I'll dissipate without a trace.

Now bring me back to this earth,

That many do not deserve.

Gunna go back to the forest,

Where i don't feel like im a torist.

They'll be a nice little cloud above me,

This chunky im smokin is funky.

Hangin between two trees

Just me and my weed.

It does the deed guaranteed,

I'm free indeed.

Now we got this big farmer,

Who's bank accounts are larger.

Their knives are getting sharper,

While they hide behind their armour.

this girl her names Sarndra,

They're the ones to fuckin start her.

Only making her life harder,

She can say goodbye to laughter.

But her life just got harsher,

This thing that helps it harms her.

She feels much worse arfter,

They would slowly just retard her.

And by that it would disarm her,

If only she'd been smarter.

Turn those barstards into martyrs,

Swing a sword and make it darker.

Big farmer won't regard ya,

But the weed will never harm ya.

Take a toke of what I parst ya,

They call me the fuckin Gardner.

I was havin a good time just getting blazed,

Until the pigs come along and took my shit away.

Threw me in a cell and said just look at who's won,

Fuckers didn't even let me keep my shoes on.

Not one fuck they ever gave,

Stuck me in a microwave.

Got out the very next day,

Try and tell us how to obey.

This shit won't miss when you take a hit,

Better smoke this spliff before the biff it quits.

I inhale this reefer deeper,

It's my reliever procedure.

The greener it seems the sweeter,

This ganja is my healer.

But the fevers makin me eager,

I hope this plarnt is a seeder.

Light this shit up!

Smoke this spliff up!

And take me away,

To a better place.

To a new time and space,

Where they have better shapes.

And different coloured lakes,

I'll dissipate without a trace.

Now bring me back to this earth,

That many do not deserve.

Gunna go back to the forest,

Where i don't feel like im a torist.

They'll be a nice little cloud above me,

This chunky that I'm smokin is funky.

I'm hangin between two trees

Just me and my weed.

Now bring me back to this earth,

That many do not deserve.

Gunna go back to the forest,

Where i don't feel like im a torist.

They'll be a nice little cloud above me,

This chunky that I'm smokin is funky.

I'm hangin between two trees

Just me and my weed.

Big farmer won't regard ya,

But the weed will never harm ya.

Take a toke of what I parst ya,

They call me the fuckin Gardner.