Good gas, Good times
Money makes the world go around, but i can't take it no more, it spins so fast i get dizzy,
tryin to keep an iron grip on my money keeps me busy. If the world keep leaning down,
soon all i have left is my friends green and brown.
No mather who you are you will surely die, so why live in fear, take my hand, take my joint and follow me when i fly.
Up in the sky, higher then a cloud, you will as sure as you were born scream out loud, of happiness
and good gases, keep an eye open before the goose passes.
Money makes the world go around, but i can't take it no more, it spins so fast i get dizzy,
tryin to keep an iron grip on my money keeps me busy. If the world keep leaning down,
soon all i have left is my friends green and brown.
No mather who you are you will surely die, so why live in fear, take my hand, take my joint and follow me when i fly.
Up in the sky, higher then a cloud, you will as sure as you were born scream out loud, of happiness
and good gases, keep an eye open before the goose passes.
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