Stashing the bag and the joint

There's no real dealer

Making the change of what's inside

The choice is mine smashed as all is fine

The choices we make

The chances we take

Given' to you we hope it's not too late

Even with all the s**t 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 s**t and those who've been claiming it

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

What we can stand to play across the land

Trying new s**t 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