Damnation is upon us
Know you not the celebration has begun?


Let me welcome you to hell
The finest joke the scriptures tell
While you laugh your $#&@ing $$# off

Give this dank a little smell

See the world is wound in sorrow

Saturated with the motions
If your down to lose control
Let my boy juicy show you how we roll it


Light it
Smoke it

Hold it
and let it out slow


Then it all just fades to the back of the brain
and every little conflict feels it wasn't really there in the first place.
No it wasn't really worth all the stress of the worst days.

You know what time is. Hit it up.
Four twenty Give it up.
Young life. Live it up.

Smoke slow. Toke it up.
Tune low. Bring it up.
One more. Make it up.

Break down. Beat it up

Damnation is upon us

The celebration has begun

Then it all just fades to the back of the brain

and every little conflict feels it wasn't really there in the first place.
No it wasn't really worth all the stress of the worst days.
You know what time is. Hit it up.

Four twenty Give it up.
Young life. Live it up.
Smoke slow. Toke it up.

Tune low. Bring it up.
One more. Make it up.
Break down. Beat it up


Damnation is upon us
So hit this $#&@in blunt


Mother earth lend us your seed
From the ground we smoke these sticky trees

The west coast purp to the east coast green
Will you fill us with your thc


When you pass on the pipe you pass on the peace
An escape from the torment that this world brings
Fresh air to the lungs the taste of freedom breathes






Let me welcome you to hell
The finest joke the scriptures tell

While you laugh your $#&@ing $$# off
Give this dank a little smell


See the world is wound in sorrow, conflict, money, nonsense, politics
but nothing can't be cured by a few sweet holy bong rips


Damnation is upon us
So hit this $#&@in blunt