I am not trying to kill your brain cells off!
Where I grow they call me marijuana,
They say I taste like Kool-aid from Guyana,
They all want me,
Can't buy me,
So they all illegally sell me
Smoke on me,
Trip on me,
And if I'm good, you'll sure get hooked on me
Dale a tu cuerpo el placer con marijuana,
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle el placer de la Nirvana,