PLANT SEEDS
Jewels all around me
Ain't no boundary
Outside your man made cities and counties
I see Pileus, it's getting cloudy
I prowl free
Though the mountain seems high, the mind's higher
Ice and fire, where tired eye turns eye of the tiger
Open wider
And shine like open water
Reflect on past trails made to protect
I've walked miles through the valley of death
Searching for depth and all I found was regret
Amongst the hellholes and skeleton bones
Hella clones selling souls
In a pot that's melting slow
Follow the moon until the animals welcome me home
A long journey but it's early
Don't let the times dictate which way i'm living
Find my bliss through my fate
Manipulate the world's free fantasy
And cultivate reality, start planting seeds
Plant seeds
Oooh gotta plant my own
Oooh gotta grow my own
I've been looking, I've been looking for a place called home
I've been working, I've been patient, I've been making my own
Follow
I speak the language of flowers, that's raw flow
Feed the soul, keep the ego hollow
Burning weed and palo
My frequency is freedom
My culture ultrasonic
Light beam hydroponic, I'm shining on it
Bless the mic to the Gods, yea I rhyme shamanic
Spitting Psilocybin, time bombing on 'em
Tap the spirit so deep, you think your mind's haunted
Quite the opposite, how ironic
Pulling on your 3rd eye socket
All I see is smoke, put the fire on it
And let the world burn slowly
Can't follow the phony
It's too shallow and showy
They're just out for the trophy
I'm 'bout to roll me a rollie
I plant my own seeds, cultivate a life that's most free
And keep them low vibes below me
I'm too high to be low key
Too humble to be hateful
And grateful's the gateway to great so
I'm planting every blessing I've been granted in the ground
And walk my garden for miles
Blue sky, red eye, white cloud
Got me singing to the eagle and the owl
They're telling me the melody is in tune
A troubadour of truth spitting flowers from the root
Oooh gotta plant my own
Oooh gotta grow my own
I've been looking, I've been looking for a place called home
I've been working, I've been patient, I've been making my own
Oooh gotta plant my own
Oooh gotta grow my own
I've been looking, I've been looking for a place called home
I've been working, I've been patient, I've been making my own
Ain't no boundary
Outside your man made cities and counties
I see Pileus, it's getting cloudy
I prowl free
Though the mountain seems high, the mind's higher
Ice and fire, where tired eye turns eye of the tiger
Open wider
And shine like open water
Reflect on past trails made to protect
I've walked miles through the valley of death
Searching for depth and all I found was regret
Amongst the hellholes and skeleton bones
Hella clones selling souls
In a pot that's melting slow
Follow the moon until the animals welcome me home
A long journey but it's early
Don't let the times dictate which way i'm living
Find my bliss through my fate
Manipulate the world's free fantasy
And cultivate reality, start planting seeds
Plant seeds
Oooh gotta plant my own
Oooh gotta grow my own
I've been looking, I've been looking for a place called home
I've been working, I've been patient, I've been making my own
Follow
I speak the language of flowers, that's raw flow
Feed the soul, keep the ego hollow
Burning weed and palo
My frequency is freedom
My culture ultrasonic
Light beam hydroponic, I'm shining on it
Bless the mic to the Gods, yea I rhyme shamanic
Spitting Psilocybin, time bombing on 'em
Tap the spirit so deep, you think your mind's haunted
Quite the opposite, how ironic
Pulling on your 3rd eye socket
All I see is smoke, put the fire on it
And let the world burn slowly
Can't follow the phony
It's too shallow and showy
They're just out for the trophy
I'm 'bout to roll me a rollie
I plant my own seeds, cultivate a life that's most free
And keep them low vibes below me
I'm too high to be low key
Too humble to be hateful
And grateful's the gateway to great so
I'm planting every blessing I've been granted in the ground
And walk my garden for miles
Blue sky, red eye, white cloud
Got me singing to the eagle and the owl
They're telling me the melody is in tune
A troubadour of truth spitting flowers from the root
Oooh gotta plant my own
Oooh gotta grow my own
I've been looking, I've been looking for a place called home
I've been working, I've been patient, I've been making my own
Oooh gotta plant my own
Oooh gotta grow my own
I've been looking, I've been looking for a place called home
I've been working, I've been patient, I've been making my own
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Writer(s): Paul Ferrie
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