De HB woodrose seeeeeed
Dat nat'ral shit is what I neeeed
I eat it up wit' a little bit a weeeed
I smoke de weed up & it's time fo' me te feed
So my Indian friend, he's OCD
Compulsively buyin' shit dat he don't need
And givin' it to me fo' free, friendly indeed
One day he introduced me to the Woodrose seed
Always pleased to see him, 'cause I like doin' bizness, yeah
With any dude lookin' like da Hare Krishnas, yeah
So I knocks on his door on the second floor
& he comes to the door, & I say I need some more
And he asks me if I want a bootleg video
This was back before they shut down megaupload
I tell him "Hell no, just gimme what I came here for"
& he says "...something-something-kamasutra, for sure'"
So back home, I scrape the outer shell off of the seeds with my finger
Then I soaked the seeds in some distilled water
The water made the seeds a whole lot softer
But still eatin' them made my stomach feel weird
I go get de bag wit' de stash a schwig-schwaggery
& de vapor genie pipe dat I bought fo' my daddy
He ain't a-touched de thing at all since last Easter
So I'm pretty sho' he ain't gonna notice if it's not here
As I light the pipe I feel a little bit of fear
Very quickly a familiar feeling creeps near
A couple tokes later & my stomach feels better
But now my little doggie is a talkin' wool sweater
Next thing I know I'm a lego block space traveler
Who long ago forgot just what he was travelin' for
And then I wasn't positive if I existed anymore
And then my thoughts took a jaunt to the land of Nevermore
All of hyperspace laid out before me
A Mobius strip cuttin' right through my body
I was a Klein bottle, standin' on my own tongue
It was the darndest thing that anybody'd ever sung,
Livin' in the Klein bottle space of harmony
Soon gave way to a normaler place of ontological parsimony
I realized this warn't da Woodrose seed
I must a smoked some Salvia, mistakin' it fo' weed
After that, I felt like getting some fresh air
So, I dialed up my friend from Ireland, O'Gallagher
Name is not the only reason he's an OG
Used to know a guy who sold us LSD
O'Gallagher says he's real busy down in da hood, yeah
I tell him, "Yeah right, you prob'ly just smokin' de good"
He says, "Yeah that's right, I'm at da Common smokin' on da green"
I tell him I be joinin' him in an hour fifteen
I go to ta scene, wearin' my anarchist shirt
He's there, wit' a girl, feelin' all up in her skirt
I think it proper to introduce myself to her
But what to say, I wasn't really too sure
I said to her, "Please forgive me
I am quite high-ee on LSD
Well, actually, it's LSA
But either way, I'd like to learn your name, er...
My mind was gettin' squirrelly & de squirrels was gettin' mindfuller
Pretty soon they're talkin' to me & they're talkin' very rhymefuller
They were sayin' how they loved to eat acorns
And how they loved to hear the sound of french horns
Time then switched flow, makin' like a stopwatch timer
Reality become a palindrome in B minor
Well, I could stand there & marvel at the symmetry...
Or I could go & randomly climb a tree!
Which is just what I did do
& O'Gallagher, I left the explainin' for you
That's about all I care to remember
There was other stuff but most people wouldn't care
But that there is the HB woodrose seeeeeed
A fine kettle o' fish, indeed
A tuff little riddle is GA-RON-TEED!
IF you eat it up & smoke a little weed
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