Happy
Happy to be here
Happy that you could all be here too
I'm a believer in my people
Every idea is to see that my blood runs green when I start to bleed
It's a love, not a need
I'll smoke until I croak it
I'll smoke until I croak it
I'll smoke until I croak it
I'll smoke until I *cough*
And I feel like I'm blowing money in the wind
And I feel like I'm blowing money in the wind
It's anti-social isn't it?
Hell no
Just try a bit
Now just relax and let the feeling hit
Now isn't that the shit?
I'll smoke until I croak it
I'll smoke until I croak it
I'll smoke until I croak it
I'll smoke until I *cough*
And I feel like I'm blowing money in the wind
And I feel like I'm blowing money in the wind
Writer(s): Robert Dylan Thomas, Felix White, Hugo White, Shepherd Rupert Alexander J. Jarvis, Orlando Thomas Penhale Weeks
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