Lyrics Hugh Laurie

Hugh Laurie

The Weed Smoker's Dream

Sitting on a million, sitting on it everyday

Can't make no money giving your stuff away

Why don't you do like, like the millionaires do

Put your stuff on the market and make a million too

Face of a betting women, she bets on every hand

She's a tricking modafunkyou everywhere she lands

Why don't you do now, like the millionaires do

Put your stuff on the market and make a million too

May's a good looking frail, she lives down by the jail

On the back though she got hot stuff for cell

Why don't you do now, like the millionaires do

Put your stuff on the market and make a million too

Sitting on a million, sitting on it everyday

can't make no money giving your stuff away

Why don't you do now, like the millionaires do

Put your stuff on the market and make a million too

Put your stuff on the market and make a million... too