Clove Doper - Clove Doper lyrics

There's a man with a friendly plea Who drinks coffee rather than tea I've been listen to his prophecy And I don't need another He smoke super fine clove cigarette There's a man fights for demand where I could never win a game My fist to protect my hugs to attack How could you tell me whose to blame? World is full of amateur They're acting like a pro If I could talk like a holy man Can I be the canonist too? Super fine clove cigarette