Habla Buddha

I could be a god
Pardon, roll over little child
Roll over back in time
And thanks a lot

My tinder bio says
I'm like DaVinci on drugs

I could be a made man
According to my ego
I look better than Peter O'toole

I said, Oh, my my my
my my my
My money
Where's all my money gone
Where's all my money gone
Where's all my money

As we're mixing up the medicine for government spark
A trial and tribulation of a perfect god
My homeland version of the pope is gay as fuck
But if ain't that lovely, yeah

I hear you plead the lord
Saying, please don't blow our heads up
I hear you plead the lord
Saying, please don't blow our heads up

As we're mixing up the medicine for government spark
A trial and tribulation of a perfect god
My homeland version of the pope is gay as fuck
But if ain't that lovely

Ain't that lovely ain't that lovely
Ain't that lovely ain't that free

Oh, I could be a god
Pardon, roll over little child
Roll over back in time
And thanks a lot

Man, if I had the power and the glory
Then I think

I would love to end you
I would love to end you
I would love to end you
I would love to end you
Right about now



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Writer(s): Bedford Gang
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