All you others growers lame
Get in on this game
Do yourself a favor and grow Fillmores favorite strain
A little bit of haze gonna run about your brain
A little taste of citrus, joints will never be the same
You'll be sitting back and sayin "its better than the first time I came"
Grab your friend Mary Jane, get her a bowl, get her a flame
She'll smoke and tell her friends and she wont forget the name
And when its gone they'll complain, but its a private stock the same
"Its SLH my bitches, Fillmore grows on Astral Planes"
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