I have two feathers in my hand
One is for writing verses
The other is to start the journey
And an effect hits my brain instantly

The effect in my mind develops in heat
My clock is marking 4:20
And I forge a Feliciano spliff
Bring out fire to burn it

And here we are taking off, inhaling white smoke
Navigating through the clouds here I go
Be it with a pipe, bong, or little apple or marijuana gas

If I party with some very cold cans
I have the girls here by my side
A sigh and we are well into it
To balance it I have another rooster forged

And here we are well into it
With the cigar in hand
And the mind keeps taking off
Bring moon rocks, it will be indica and another little puff

My plane is landing
The feather is running out
I'll see you guys later
From the finiquera to the anfelina they will see me burning

If I party with some very cold cans
I have the girls here by my side
A sigh and we are well into it
To balance it I have another rooster forged

I have two feathers in my hand
One is for writing verses
The other is to start the journey

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