wake and bake i got the chronic breakfast of champions fuck an omelette life ain t black and white when you re looking through shades of green oh take me back to the days my brain was a train on a one way track down at the corner store shoulder tapping to buy a dub sack say farewell to the bag of shake and onto the field of dreams a fairytale where buds as fluffy as a pillow help me sleep call the bong a shotgun shoot it and reload it crystals on the the buds make it look like it s sugar coated nobody in the world should ever feel alone everybody on earth is home grown who s got the herb who s got the herb b l a to the c and k i said who s got the fire who s got the fire b o double t o m lighters  you make me feel better when i m feeling down twisted precisely no it don t run around indica sativa green leaves you can find me rolling trees muy feliz natural healing with no side effects got my green card like the mexicans now its all legal to carry a zip 30 days later still get a dui for taking a rip who s got the herb who s got the herb b l a to the c and k i said who s got the fire who s got the fire b o double t o m lighters i saw bradley nowell in this blue dream told me to follow the milky way and then we smoked weed took a ride on a sour diesel truck met a white widow we alaskan thunder fucked so who s got the herb who s got the herb b l a to the c and k i said who s got the fire who s got the fire b o double t o m lighters