Landstrom Weed Session

Verse 2

If you smoke, throw ‘em high, let me see that fire,
If you don’t, grab a drink, you can still admire.
This ain’t about division, this is all one vibe,
Everybody catchin’ laughs while the bass comes alive.
Cookies in the grinder, MAC-1 in the wrap,
Permanent Marker got me takin’ a nap.
Northern Lights after midnight, Durban in the morn’,
Every single damn strain got a legend reborn.
Roll it fat like a baseball bat, don’t pass me no skim,
We ain’t countin’ little hits—we’re smokin’ to the rim.
Middle fingers in the sky if life kicked your ass,
Take another deep inhale and let the bullshit pass.

Verse 3

Ashes on my hoodie, smoke rings in the breeze,
Motherfuckers know the vibe every time I say “trees.”
Zip after zip, mason jars on display,
Different colors, different terps every fuckin’ day.
White Widow, Granddaddy, Zkittlez by the pound,
Trainwreck hit so hard nearly shook the damn ground.
Laugh until it hurts, cough until we cry,
Still reachin’ for another one before the smoke can die.
This is family in a circle, no judgment in the room,
Just music, good company, and enough smoke to bloom.
Everybody’s welcome if you come with respect,
Leave the hate at the door and let the good times connect.

Verse 4

This the Landstrom weed session—yeah, the anthem’s been born,
Speakers blowin’ out the windows from dusk until dawn.
Every lighter flick together like a stadium of stars,
Every blunt tellin’ stories from a thousand different scars.
We don’t chase perfection, we just live in the moment,
Turn pain into laughter every time that we roll it.
Whether you blaze every day or never touch the flame,
If you came for good vibes, then you’re part of the game.
So raise ‘em to the ceiling, let the whole world know,
We’re united by respect, not by what we smoke.
One life, one session, let the memories grow—
Welcome to the Landstrom Weed Session… now let the whole damn world know.

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Welcome to the Landstrom weed session, light it if you brought it, Big-ass clouds in the air, hell yeah, we never stop it. Break another nug down, let the whole room smell, If loud had a language, we’d be fluent as hell. Blue Dream for the float, OG Kush for the soul, Gelato got me grinnin’ while I’m passin’ the bowl. Runtz taste like candy, Sour Diesel bring the funk, Got Gorilla Glue stickier than the resin in the trunk. Fuck stress, fuck drama, leave that shit outside, When the flame hits the paper, all the bullshit dies. Everybody in the circle got a story to tell, Spark another motherfucker—welcome all to hell. Verse 2 If you smoke, throw ‘em high, let me see that fire, If you don’t, grab a drink, you can still admire. This ain’t about division, this is all one vibe, Everybody catchin’ laughs while the bass comes alive. Cookies in the grinder, MAC-1 in the wrap, Permanent Marker got me takin’ a nap. Northern Lights after midnight, Durban in the morn’, Every single damn strain got a legend reborn. Roll it fat like a baseball bat, don’t pass me no skim, We ain’t countin’ little hits—we’re smokin’ to the rim. Middle fingers in the sky if life kicked your ass, Take another deep inhale and let the bullshit pass. Verse 3 Ashes on my hoodie, smoke rings in the breeze, Motherfuckers know the vibe every time I say “trees.” Zip after zip, mason jars on display, Different colors, different terps every fuckin’ day. White Widow, Granddaddy, Zkittlez by the pound, Trainwreck hit so hard nearly shook the damn ground. Laugh until it hurts, cough until we cry, Still reachin’ for another one before the smoke can die. This is family in a circle, no judgment in the room, Just music, good company, and enough smoke to bloom. Everybody’s welcome if you come with respect, Leave the hate at the door and let the good times connect. Verse 4 This the Landstrom weed session—yeah, the anthem’s been born, Speakers blowin’ out the windows from dusk until dawn. Every lighter flick together like a stadium of stars, Every blunt tellin’ stories from a thousand different scars. We don’t chase perfection, we just live in the moment, Turn pain into laughter every time that we roll it. Whether you blaze every day or never touch the flame, If you came for good vibes, then you’re part of the game. So raise ‘em to the ceiling, let the whole world know, We’re united by respect, not by what we smoke. One life, one session, let the memories grow— Welcome to the Landstrom Weed Session… now let the whole damn world know.

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