Wallace Songtext / Lyric

Soul searching Looking for the life you know that you will never lead Still searching
Looking for the thing's 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