slightly stoopid
we don't wanna go
when i reach inside my pockets all my money's been spent sometimes i think about the days back when it's hard to get away from things you knew growing up like rolling through the parties see cops say mr. officer your better get up in line we only want the finest herbs from the vine say mr. officer you better get up in line we only wanna play the music right we singin we don't wanna go don't let it pass you by even though these flashing lights they seem to shine your eyes so bright while the man come a reading you your rights without warning bless for the sounds that you hear bless the badge and the gun for your fears all the ones that you've lost through them years doing time when your time should be cleared we singing we don't wanna go