Habla Buddha Lyrics

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