Fumando Mota

And once again from Los Lara

Smoking weed, my life relaxes
The more I smoke, the more my mind travels
Sometimes I fly, and when I take off
I feel like I have what I want the most

Between life and death there is a space
And with the smoke I stay in that lapse
And I'm not lying to you, I'm very sincere
Sometimes I live and sometimes I die

I'm not going to stop smoking
If you want, you can join me
Pack your bags because on this journey
Happiness will not be lacking

I'm not going to stop smoking
Or you can leave me alone
Pass me a bowl here in my car
Smoking weed until dawn

It's true that I have a depressive mind
It's just that violence doesn't reach me here at the peak
The magic of the smoke makes me see my future
And I see myself smoking, smoking hard

Eyes small and mouth dry
From the hallucination my mind disperses
I travel the world, my life is perfect
To be happy, here I have the recipe

I'm not going to stop smoking
If you want, you can join me
Pack your bags because on this journey
Happiness will not be lacking

I'm not going to stop smoking
Or you can leave me alone
Pass me a bowl here in my car
Smoking weed until dawn