As the stickiness tantalizes your senses
breaking up in your fingers, how dense
these buds are, beautiful, this smells
so good, ahhhh, I hear the church bells
as I stuff up a fat ass bowl wow the aroma
this shit is going to put me into an coma
Ahhh how the smoke fills my lungs to capacity
taking me away from all the world insanity
how it stops to cures all of my nausea, and pain
keeping the beautiful thoughts of the world contained
In the beautiful eloquent minds of stoners