Stashing the bag and the joint

There's no real dealer

Making the change of whats inside

The choice is mine smashed as all is fine

The choices we make

The chances we take

Given' to you we hope its not too late

Even with all the shit we've been put through

Give it to you we're gonna prove

What's that, what's that

Step up Step up Step up for sativa

Step up Step up for 8 foot sativa

Wake up wake up wake up for sativa

Wake up wake up for 8 foot sativa

Even with all the shit and those who've been
claiming it

We'll give it to you and hope its a master hit

What we can stand to play across the land

Trying new shit together hand and hand

Wondering why to live is to die

Keeping it real until we must lie

Leaving the change of what we decide

Crossing the line of all inside

Again, again