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Tell Me How

till the end

Lily and Travis 
Don't have to do this
But Snivy does and that's okay with me

Cyndaquil's fire
Is burning out now
But she still loved him anyway

We will go until
We buy gifts for their wedding and
We'll have money to burn

We will go until
We buy gifts for their wedding and
We'll have money to burn

We have no one
Left to 
Shred while we're singing but
We are trying to learn

We have no one
Left to 
Shred while we're singing but
We are trying to learn

SHRED&BURN (money) - demo

I think I could fall in love with anyone
Ugly, handsome, pretty smart or really dumb
It doesn't take a lot to get me interested
Push my hair behind my ear and ask a silly question

anyone - demo

AIN'T A THING (ACAPELLA)

JEALOUS (ACAPELLA)

I.A.G.W (interlude) (ACAPELLA)

CAUGHT UP (ACAPELLA)

BPM: 114.₇₂₀
Key: B minor
Producer: Er.Axel
Vocals: Brandy ¨I Wanna Be Down¨

Lofi Beat "Good Ending"

Miss Cannabis,
I want to roll up in your happiness.

Miss Cannabis,
this grass is fat for all us villagas.

I read the syllabus;
lets smoke this joint, now were all ho-ho-ho, jolly old Saint Australopithecus.

Depth is in the dark;
walk with me beneath, between the stars.

Meet me in the park,
pass a torch-- august smiles spark.

Take a hit of this;
call me cousin Karl Heinrich Marx rolling up on Noah's Ark.
Da.

Let me tell you a story,
about a time-- I was out of time--
the time had come to go.
To get on down, to get on out,
to go to New Mexico.
So I bought some hash, an ounce of grass;
ninety-one south of the overpass.
Got my stash, got some cash,
drove west on eighty and didn't look back.

Miss Cannabis;
summons spirits, on-call animist.

Miss Cannabis,
warms our heart with reefer consciousness.

She's the catalyst,
for a universal change, pass the joint you stoner sage.

Now I'm paranoid;
"Fear-is-the-mind-killer," type-of-steroids.

My boss is real annoyed;
but who cares I am unemployed.

Hit another doink;
She's a lion in the void, holding hands with Sigmund Freud.

Let me finish my story--
I made it past Denver, little bit clever,
head full of bud, and cool under pressure.
The sun was an ember, the desert a spectre,
south on twenty-five, I'll never surrender!
West on one-sixty, past Alamosa;
Mexican Hat, El Capitan Jehovah;
dry as granola, sky a mimosa.

That's when I became suspended--
a silhouette--
in the Valley of the Gods.

Miss Cannabis,
she's a paradox of opposites,

or of the covenant,
for apes that worship pyramids.

From our genesis;
confessions and acceptances.

So come be fireside--
Miss Cannabis, our guide, her peace pipe's will decides.

Flowers

Cannabis

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