[Intro: DJ Cheesehell]
We smokin in 2003
May as well call it two thousand and weed
I've got a quarter pound, I pray they don't bring the hounds
To my property

Yeah, yeah if I could've known them
We were dying to get gone

(Yung Samel in the building)
[Verse: Yung Samel AKA John City]
I'm walkin' and i'm walkin' and i'm walkin' through the field of hemp
All I see in front of me is massive large fields of hemp
(shmoke it up, shmoke it up)
It's all that I can see and it's all that I can smell
I'm runnin' and I'm runnin' and I'm runnin' through the fields of hemp

[Chorus: DJ Cheesehell]
(To get gone)
(2002)
I walk across the fields of hemp
To get gone
If could've know that
(robitussin)
We were dying to get gone

[John City]
hemp in the pipe
hemp in my life

[DJ Cheesehell]
We were dying to get gone

Dreaming’ like I’m walking through the fields of hemp
Dreaming’ like I’m walking through the fields of love

[John City]
I will die for the hemp
(We were dying to get gone)

Hemp, hemp is all I need
Hemp completes me

[Bridge 1: John City]
I just wanna know if we’ll be together when we die (when we die)
I just wanna find someone to make them my wife (oh yeah)
I was born in ’99 and I ain’t got life
(Oh baby, will we meet again, oh)

[Breakdown: Lil Meatus]
Don’t give me anything but that fuckin purple
(John City: robitussin, robitussin)
I want lean in my life
I want lean in my life
I want lean in my life
Don’t give me anything but that fuckin purple
I want lean in my life
Don’t give me anything but that fuckin purple

(We were dying to get gone
We were dying to get gone)

[Bridge 2: DJ Cheesehell]
That beautiful dream
Seem so far away
I’ve almost lost all faith
But then I see…

[Reprise: John City and DJ Cheesehell]
I will die for the hemp
I will die for the hemp
(DJ Cheesehell) Motherfucker

[Outro: Lil Meatus]

Dealers of god
We’ve been on this shit forever
(Dealers gang, we in this shit, uh)

Yeah don’t fuckin test us I got fuckin 30 cobbers out in fuckin Narre Warren
They’ll fuckin shoot you in the fuckin brain
Then they’ll fuckin dig a hole and then they’ll kiss you goodnight
And then they’ll fuckin shoot you again
Oh they’ll fuckin cut your body up
they’ll fuckin take you to woolies
They’ll fuckin bag you up
They’ll fuckin check you out
They’ll fuckin scan your fuckin body parts
Yeah they’ll turn you into mincemeat, mate
Bro