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The dead to the well and the living to joy
How it stinks of marijuana
I want to forge it in San Diego
To burn it in Tijuana
I'm bringing two bales of greens, to cut them into pieces from now until tomorrow.
The Cheyenne brings weed, the night is very young and life is short...
They said I was fired up
I walk as I like
Weedy and like the devil
The malilla doesn't scare me
There I stay a bag of cannabis, it relaxes my nerves.
The green, platy grass starts the engines that take flight...
Cannabis toques
Skull pipes
Curled slide
To burn the mint
I look at the clouds under the clear sky above the stars
The brain's smoke, the body's relaxed, what a good madness...
Cannabis toques
Touches of joy
Let the bush continue to bear fruit
Let the good life continue
Only my brain knows everything that happens and crosses my life.
Crossed and quite crazy, I'm still panicking from up here.
I'm going back to get paid by Martin.
And Marta loses her apartment.
You'll use it like Redbull
To raise myself massive
This plane has not landed, it is still stuck, it has not touched the ground.
I don't even know where we are or where we started. I think we're lost...
They said I was fired up
I walk as I like
Enraged and like the devil
The malilla doesn't scare me
I stay there, stuck
A bag of cannabis
They relax my nerves
Cheyenne brings gout
The night is very young
And life is short...
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