A heart isn't a game *** isn't a game or a gamble Tears are potions of frustration and pain *** was never intended to be physical gain I could knock on this **** Point out everything not worth it But still no one would ever get what my mouth tries to say This age, and this day Nothing but a petty game I'll have to play
Let The Marijuana Be The Healing Of Your Nation, Let The Blunt Be the Soul Of Relations, Let Your Lighter Be The Flame Of No Hesitation, Let Your Lips Be The Feel Of Sensations, And Let Your Mind Wonder Into Vacations