You’re what you eat
Come on man you know it
Rock is all All I need
And for sure Whiskey&Weed
Out of this world, another kind
I may be fried, but I dont mind
Always been in disgrace
I hardly liked this place
You think you dont feat
And hope you wont submit
Build a fence in your head
You cant stop seeing red
I know I dont qualify
I never managed to be wise
Should Take life for what it is
Enjoy your time as you please
Their’s just no way
No I Wont Relay
On no sleeping pills
That’s not my kind of thrill
No I wont wear any tie
Oh For sure I’d better die
Threaten me, I dont care
You wont make me cut my hair
(chorus)
Never out of supply
I like to fly
I wont concede
Whiskey and Weed
blazing
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