LYRIC

There's a man with a friendly plea
Who drinks coffee rather than tea
I've been listen to his prophecy
And I don't need another

He smoke super fine clove cigarette

There's a man fights for demand where I could never win a game
My fist to protect my hugs to attack
How could you tell me whose to blame?

World is full of amateur
They're acting like a pro
If I could talk like a holy man
Can I be the canonist too?

Super fine clove cigarette

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