Testo di Wallace

Soul searching Looking for the life you know that you will never lead Still searching Looking for the things 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