This is a song about "The grea"

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

Saw the bombs on the news

Zero options to choose

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The bigger the the fun

Catch you up on places i've been