Mary Jane moving her hips Upon my reach in finger tips, As I put the green grass on my lips.
Fell by the ditch, Puffing those skunks, And ride those green dragons high above.
Baby, boom, dare I dream, Baby, boom, haze and cream, Baby, boom, scent of *** steam.
Tasty herbs hunger play, Those roots ****** all day, Let me pay and sleep or lay.
For this is why I obey, To have you on my finger tips, And taste you on my very lips.
Torched by Mary Jane, and finding bliss upon her haze.
Notes: I have done my journey through a pipe once as a young adult, but seeing as this generation seems to do it often then not, I thought I would try to express words that they may understand?