 You might forget where you came from. Your sight gave birth to you, brother, so upon my teach you latch on. But you ain't grateful for this nourishment. You chug it down and dash the can away and think that you can drink again. Like all this talent stays on tap for your convenience. You keep them. Without me, there's no oxygen to breathe in. You're leaving. Altitude up here has got you fiending. Stay hooked upon them cocoa leaves. They got you dreaming. So when do you think