What's Changed?

Bag of weed or twenty stellas

Group of heads and music, nothing you can tell us

Sitting in a circle chipping in the tenners

Until were getting sick with it like salmonella

So what's changed?

Everything in every single way

Back to making music, write another page

Looking back confused, I guess just let me say

It's funny how the people that you spend your time with

Can turn into some strangers with the memories hiding

The memories can surface, I can get behind it

Just because they're precious, I'll continue to admire them