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the words you speak
Of love, and death
And everything between
Take me there again
Soft as the mullein
Mossy morning kindness
Nobody will find us
Because we're

madre es puro por el que sufro es ilusión
Si me siento Blue, me fumo un Green
Se me llenan los pulmones, quiero té de Mullein
Verbasco
Verbasco
Pachamama

the names they been called, years ago. Flowering mullein. Harbinger of Spring. In the heat, the air lay heavy on the street. Sweating with smoke, lilac,

presence to the coon and deer
I'm only jussa passing here
I'm a changa changa herb docta
Lemonbalm and mullein in my spliff
Goodness mimosa take a whiff

a hat on my knee
Or my head, chance to shed
Light onto this straw bed
Once was lean
Growin' green
Earth mothership
Sun steam
Mildred mullein
Of gilded

or what she rolls
And a cup sage
Mullein, shrooms, & key lime tea
And then im off to start my day
With no one

Bluetooth for the aux
Bombas for the socks

regained strength 
You held a bowl up to my lips 
Told me it was medicine

Mugwort, mullein, misletoe
Aniseed and Arrowroot
Liquorice and lemon balm

me, with me

Damiana leaves if you can't smoke weed
Add a little hyssop for that anxiety
I hope you don't mind I add mullein to mine
I put some

heath

No emergencies just vitamin Cs and Ds
And some sea moss seaweed from the 7 seas algaes
On 42nd street I used to blow the weeds,
Now it’s mullein

diamonds look like lemonade
Sip my mullein tea
I might put all the stars and planets into retrograde
Then pull my grandpa card and say it wasn't me
Holon

smoking on cookies and cake since eighteen (Oh)
Better late than never
They say never late is better
Go buy some mullein and sea-moss you better detox

mullein
Wrapping it with anything cause I am that fiend
No one gives a shit if you need that game
They all only listen if you got the fame
All of these

anxiety and urgency is Only yours buddy
Look
Let me burn one
Mullein in the water
With the lemon for the lungs
Shorty classy
But be getting
Freaky off

a vague, dumb sense of peril;
And the spray, with its phantom-fingers, grasps
At the mullein dry and sterile.

O, who is she that stands by the sea,
In

on the meadows ' bout his priestess
Naked with a mullein in her hair

He blew a horn and waited 'till the autumn
Silently replied celestial spheres
He stood up by

on the ground
Not too long ago you chased the sun
craved it on your skin
and the girl inside of you applauding
Now light the mullein in your cigarette
as you face