take me to the garden on the day that i die, and bury me beneath the weed that used to keep me high, with a roach clip in my pocket and some papers in my hand, so i can trip forever in marijuana land
Roll, roll, roll a joint, pass it down the line, take a toke, inhale the smoke, now yer feelin' fine
Jack and Jill went up the hill to get some marijuana, Jack got high, unzipped his fly, but Jill said "I don't wanna
thes aint mine.. i jus found em n figured ya'll would appericiate em.
Smoke 4 peace
