I'm rollin' on a rock, got Mother Nature on my mind
My life is a dream, and that stash of green weed's looking fine
Go grab a bag of goodness, and pick the buds right off the vine
And wrap'em up in Zig Zag paper, and let's get high

Sitting in the sun on a boulder in my neighbor's front yard
Smokin' mellow like that fellow sipping Jello from a old fruit jar
Gonna ride the wind of change until I fade away
Hey, come on down, make me proud, no matter what your horiscope may say

I'm rollin' on a rock, Mother Nature on my mind
And my Life is a dream, and that stash of green weed's looking mighty fine
So grab a bag of goodness, pick the buds right off the vine
And wrap'em up in Zig Zag paper, and let's go get high, now

Do you remember Crazy Ray, he used to do Crazy things, hence the name
He enlisted in the Navy, but it didn't last long, he faked going insane
He shoved a Bahama Jahma joint up his nose
He couldn't pull it out, and he wouldn't let it go 
So he ran around the room tryna shake it loose, man, it was gross 

So I'm rollin' on a rock, Mother Nature on my mind
And My Life is a dream, and that stash of green weed's looking fine
So go grab a bag of goodness, and pick the buds right off the vine
And wrap'em up in Zig Zag paper, and we'll all get high, together





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