There before me a great mountain.Emerald green heaps of earth somehow fallen from the sky. A long voyage over only to be replaced by another and another. The voice of a thunderous god above me
"Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth"
Spiraling backwards,a force I do not know. This word is law,it is all I know.
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth"
Spiraling backwards,a force I do not know. This word is law,it is all I know.
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