chérie

drift away like feather in air
listen to wat i said now we were in Thailand
hold your hand and flew to heaven
that's how i describe P.P. island
fuck that shit it's called reality
however we escaped artificially
who is crazy who is funny, the god gave opportunity
we smoked baby we were like baby my big baby
no penpen everything is gonna be ok
time moves old shit nothing is same same
like a spilted shape as a map sleeping can find the answer
gimmi da power
im super bob marley is my father slowly my dear
we get closer
it's over