on the machinery of war. If only a half of that was spent on the machinery of peace, There would be no more starvation on this planet. Yet governments
H.O., rap's Grateful Dead Back to take over the globe, now break bread I'm in, Boeing jets, Global Express Out the country but the blueberry still connect On
Verse Two: Dramacydal Could somebody help me? I'm out here all by myself See ladies in stores, Baby Capone's, livin wealthy Pictures of my birth on
you gotta hold on, Though its looking kinda rough you gotta hold on, I know it looking kinda rough you gotta hold on, Though its looking kinda rough you gotta hold on
we're all about Drinking smoking weed and fucking hanging out Same shit on a different day with friends by my side everything's ok and I wouldn't have it any other way! no way