Whitmore - WALLACE lyrics

Soul searching

Looking for the life you know that you will never lead

Still searching

Looking for the things in life that you will never need

Why don't you just come inside

Take a seat and just get out of your mind

Still searching

You look for the grass you dropped when you were round here last

Stop searching

`Cause you know we caned it all in my bong last week

There's no way There's no how

If you left your ganja here

There'll be anything left now