The dead to the well and the alive to the joy
how it stinks of marijuana,
I want to forge it in San Diego, to burn it in Tijuana
I bring two bales of green
To make pieces from here until tomorrow
the cheyennona brings drop
the night is young and life is short
They said I'm on the move, I walk like I like it
weathered and like the devil
the mali does not scare me anymore
crossed and I stick a bag of cannabis
relax my nerves
green grass
turn on the engines that take flight
Tokezones of cannabis, pipes of the skulls
whiplash,
pa 'burn the good grass
I look at the clouds pa 'down, the clear sky
above the stars
the human brain, the relaxed body
what a good loque
cannabis tokezones, tokezones of joy
that follows the kill
let the good life follow
only my brain knows everything that happens
and they cross for my life
crossed and well crazy I keep paniqueado
from here above
Fire that Martin pays me, and that Marta loses the floor
did not fit wings like the redbull
pa 'elevarme macizo
this plane has not landed
still perched has not touched the floor
I do not know where we are anymore, or where we started
I think we got lost
They said I'm on the move, I walk like I like it
weathered and like the devil
the mali does not scare me anymore
crossed and I stick a bag of cannabis
relax my nerves
the cheyennona brings drop
The night is young and life is short.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)