Alright how many potheads do we have out there?...
Mother nature supreme step back and dream the hydroponic scene.
Found around knocked out of bounds wound into the mind of my stone cloud.
Taste the thinnest of oxygen rising higher a stoner cus I can groove something.
Wrecking nothing to prove see that's in my nature.
So fresh, the vital bud of the chronic tastes of something thicker.-311
bud kicks ass!!!
///Estes///