Farmer

You should come to my land cause I ’m a farmer.
And open up your heart and find your fair man
And trust into your soul to fight fear yes you can
Just like a pilgrim on the road, looking’ for lord man.
Let it grow, yes its gold, try them all, taste it bro !
In my land, with my plants, with your friends, smoke it bro!
A shot fast enough you must be tough when the show
Will be hot with the girls, the Cush no Tabacco.
When you’re high, so high, you start to let it go
No more cries when you’re high your smile will never go,
Look the light, so bright. Smoke and take a blow
Look at gall, dancing hot, they like to take it slow.
You should come to my land cause I’m a farmer.
And open up your heart and find your fair man
And trust into your soul to fight fear yes you can
Just like a pilgrim on the road, looking for lord man.