This is a song about "Moh the technition"

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Here's the answer and the antidote:

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Down the street to the car,

She is far bizarre

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Where would i be without my dogs

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Thinkin of the the dreams

Little more weed, first class seats