Food of the Gods

Getting high every morning
Just to live with myself
Don't you know what I'm saying
Eat the food of the gods
And find a soul that's pure and golden
You know I live for stormy weather

Getting lost in the evening
Don't you know where I'm from
Shit might get pretty ugly
Eat the food of the gods
And walk a path that's pure and golden
You know I live for simple pleasure



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Ross
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