The celebration

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 fucking ass 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 fuckin 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 fucking ass 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 fuckin blunt