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 emotions If you're 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 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 Like it wasn't really there in the first place No it wasn't really all worth the stress of the worst days You know what the time is, hit it up Four twenty, give it up Young life, live it up Smoke slow, toke it up Tone low, bring it up One more, make it up Breakdown, 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 Like it wasn't really there in the first place No it wasn't really all worth the stress of the worst days You know what the time is, hit it up Four twenty, give it up Young life, live it up Smoke slow, toke it up Tone low, bring it up One more, make it up Breakdown, beat it up Damnation is upon us So hit this fucking 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 blunt You pass on the peace and escape From the torment 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 fucking blunt Damnation is upon us Damnation is upon us Know you not the celebration has begun?