Steer clear of white powder
Kick it you sing it in a space,
Go out to play it louder
Plague my brain with no cocaine
I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane
Roll up the bones if you can affix a word to smoke it
Except for you're doomed in the morning if you bake the hills
Oh and I get up to the sun and then I smoke out
It's begining to smell like Mota and I'm down with no doubt, sing
Plague my brain with no cocaine
I don't wanna, I don't wanna go insane
Every country 'round the world,
The people smoke the herb,
Prohibition is absurd
The people want it 
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