“They came for the contact… but stayed for the strain.”
A storm’s brewin’, the sky’s tearing open, and the mothership just pulled up over the plug’s favorite field. Crop Circles & Chronic is a visual trip—alien abduction meets backyard harvest. Thunder cracking, light beaming, and a sea of green so fire even extraterrestrials had to run it back.
This tee ain’t just loud—it’s interstellar.
A high this potent had to come from somewhere out there.
Style/Vibe:
Sci-fi chaos + stoner surrealism. Galactic weed farmer energy with heavy trip visuals.
