Must Be the Ganja
A. Young; D. Parker; Mark Batson; Marshall Mathers; T. Lawrence Lyrics

All of the zombies
Walking round LA
Making the city our stage
Gives us our pleasure
And cuts it with pain
God must be doing cocaine

Everyone's changing
Their body and face
Don't like the way we were made So many prayers
How does he stay awake?
God must be doing cocaine

Can anyone really blame Him?
He probably needs an escape
Looking down at His creation
And thinking we've thrown it away

Robots are learning
And we can't keep pace
Feels like we'll all be replaced
Gets wild ideas
When he stays up late
God must be doing cocaine

Can anyone really blame Him?
He probably needs an escape
Looking down at His creation
And thinking we've thrown it away

I drove my brothers
To school yesterday
Who's gonna make sure they're safe?
Feels like sometimes
He goes missing for days
God must be doing cocaine