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Lyrics
Golden green trichomes, a sparkling display,
Grinding the flower, we drift far away.
From the rolling paper to the glass in the hand,
Spreading the peace throughout all of the land.
It’s the sticky, the heavy, the cure for the stress,
When the world gets too loud and it’s all just a mess.
Slow burn ignition, the clouds start to rise,
A shimmering haze reflecting the skies.
Terpenes are dancing, the aroma is sweet,
Grounding the spirit beneath of our feet.
Take a deep inhalation, let the heavy clouds bloom,
Chasing the shadows right out of the room.[hook] Oh, let the Dub roll in, let the bassline descend,
The herb is the healer, the herb is the friend.
From the mountains of Rif to the Cali terrain,
Washing away the struggle, washing away the pain.
Burn the incense, let the rhythm take flight,
In the heart of the reggae, in the dead of the night.
Higher vibration, yeah, we reaching for the sky,
With the roots of the culture, we never will die.[verse2] Cured in the darkness, the harvest is bright,
The strain of the ancients brought into the light.
From the soil of the valley to the heat of the lamp,
Nothing can touch us, we’ve broken the camp.
Pass it in circle, the law of the kin,
Letting the calm of the medicine in.
It’s the Kush and the Haze, the Landrace divine,
A botanical treasure, a gift of the vine.
No need for the frantic, no need for the speed,
Just tending the garden, just planting the seed.
The essence of flora, the wisdom of bloom,
Filling the rhythm and filling the room.[outro] [Heavy reverb and delay on the vocals]
From the seed to the smoke...
The fire is steady...
Higher vibration...
Always ready...
[Bassline fades into a deep, echoing pulse]
Details
GeneratedAug 19, 2026
Duration3:13
LanguageEnglish
Style
Sub-zero dib sub-bass crashing like thunder, seismic weight tearing the floorboards down, pure sound system pressure!
Credits
Prompt byCinematicLoop325
ModelAria v5.5
