High

Verse 1) Weed, weed, yeah, obviously weed, Fills a need, oh yeah, it's the seed Of calm, of peace, of moments slowed down, From Cali to Spain, in every town. Indica, sativa, hybrids in line, Cookies and Jungle Boys, feeling so fine. Mike and Snoop, got strains on blast, I'm in the clouds, yeah, made to last. (Chorus) Oh, I love the ganja, Runtz and Doja, Gelato, flavors set to own ya. Each new strain, anticipation high, Ready to soar, to touch the sky. (Verse 2) Weed's gone global, a cultural move, Medical, social, yeah, in the groove. From Amsterdam streets to California green, Legal moves shaping the scene. Barcelona’s Spanabis, vibe so right, Chilled and stoned under city lights. A step away from shadows, yo, Take control, make it legal, let it grow. (Chorus) Oh, I love the ganja, Runtz and Doja, Gelato, flavors set to own ya. Each new strain, anticipation high, Ready to soar, to touch the sky. (Bridge) Legalize it, control in sight, Give the clubs, the space, the light. Let it be, take it back from gangs, Cannabis rising, breaking those chains. (Verse 3) So bring on the Runtz, the Kush, the haze, A strain for every mood, every phase. From mellow greens to heady fire, Each puff lifts me higher and higher. (Chorus) Oh, I love the ganja, Runtz and Doja, Gelato, flavors set to own ya. Each new strain, anticipation high, Ready to soar, to touch the sky. (Verse 4) David and Connor, hands in the dirt, Mixing strains ‘til the flavors flirt. Crafting fire, yeah, we know the game, Lighting up lives, building our name. It's green alchemy, leaf and spark, A strain so good, it leaves a mark. From our hands to yours, it’s pure desire, Breathe it in — feel that fire. (Outro) Weed, weed, yeah, you’re what I need, A happy life, growing free. In Spain, in Germany, Portugal too, With Cali roots, the world’s brand new. (Chorus) Oh, I love the ganja, Runtz and Doja, Gelato, flavors set to own ya. Each new strain, anticipation high, Ready to soar, to touch the sky.