Hey you, I'm talking about you, let me know
the truth
Ya hear me singing the blues?
Hey you, You know all I need is getting up to speed
Like smoking weed
I'm under the burning sun, there's no way to run
Oh yeah... cuz I've got caught with a smoking gun
I ain't no fortunate son, my time had so much fun
Oh yeah... but I've got caught with a smoking gun
Hey God, You must look for rubs, why don't you give some love?
Why do you give it up?
Hey God, I showed appreciation, a somber qualification
Is it for expiation.....yeah?!
I'm under the burning sun, there's no way to run
Oh yeah... cuz I've got caught with a smoking gun
I ain't no fortunate son, my time had so much fun
Oh yeah... but I've got caught with a smoking gun
Definition of crucify
Too little does not satisfy
In the public that they mystify
I thought they try to justify
I'm under the burning sun, there's no way to run
Oh yeah... cuz I've got caught with a smoking gun
I ain't no fortunate son, my time had so much fun
Oh yeah... but I've got caught with a smoking gun
