Lugar Distante (part. Matuê)

Sometimes I smoke a joint, you know?
And a bunch of ideas come, some even have a direction
But sometimes they don’t connect to anything, man

Hey, hey, hey
Crazy machinery, I’m getting high
In the white Camaro, I’m flying by (I went)
Got my bags packed, and I won’t be back until the last hit

Hey, freestyle, distant place
Come on, hit record and light up the blunt
Let the sound blast from the damn speakers
And your problems will feel irrelevant (you gotta feel the vibe)

I tuned out to go to a distant place
Far from this negativity that spreads
Watching the sun set over the mangrove trees
Living life in the Me Lambe style (that’s asking for too much)
It’s nothing for us, you want hash? We got it
Extract? We got that too, shrooms? We got those, yeah
Whatever you want, just give me a call (just hit me up)
Money ain’t a worry for us anymore
A dream in an instant, freestyle from a distant place

To get your head all twisted
To get your head all twisted
Get your head all twisted
Get your head all twisted, yeah