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When the something gets out of control Someone whispers in my head Find out something rolled up And smoke it to fucking death Burning turning searching learning Burning turning searching learning When the something gets out of control Someone whispers in my head Find out something rolled up And smoke it to fucking death Yeah, I want to hold your hand (You, ganja) Smoking joints all day It's the points you know what I'm saying? Now we got no gods to pray Only thing we can do is live today Yeah, I want to hold your hand (You, ganja) Check the seat of emergency You don't have a time to smoke sensi and feel irie Kick 'em use your liberty It's better than die in misery Don't take medication keep your motivation No conversation no reservation Believe yourself and forget the information Listen! This is the heal of the nation