Текст песни stoner - vocal

Clouds of smoke comes out of the cars windows
Where are we going? Straight to Heaven, buddy
Bypassing barriers, sweeping, cutting the horizon
Desert ahead, owe gonna meet Nemesis

Straw priests of weed cult stand on the sidelines
Rastas are immersed in the mantras bless us the way
Hold bong tight, do not fly away into the abyss
Pray and smoke hash, the gift of the divine flock