Late news just arrived, the grass is greener on the other side. You are the target in the plan, "Consume till you die!". Is the pleasure of the fatman and if your life ain't good enough.
I'm wakin' up in the mornin', with problems on my mind. Mother-fuck the education, and drug ra-bilitation. I'm smokin' on that weed, and the green is gettin' tasty.