Huele a Moy

It smells like Moy, I feel good
It smells like Moy, I feel good
It smells like Moy, I feel good
It smells like Moy, I feel good

I feel good no matter, not where, not how, not who and if they want or not
Words go with the sought-after eagerness to find bread against the wind
I am a sin devoured by the uncertain and
I was rescued in the joy of a concert

Flying in my patient temple without conscious they laugh it feels evident
I don't want to escape, just heal softening jaw and tooth
Without Ramadan plan or yoga and shaman maybe Superman in mind
I put on a pair of wings they dress as bad, smiling innocently

I perceive a steam turbine I receive the rhyme with honor roll
I put it on paper and looked for more of her skin and here is her smell
I breathe blessed purity duchess
Her perfume richness I invite beer and the nice ass waiting on the table

My spokesman of encouragement keeps it classic
Calm, removes the apathetic, pale, warm, lunatic
It relieves me from punishment, I don't get lost in its path
I forget everything that once hurt me and I continue

It's the hustle that advances in the neighborhood
Many justify praise when smoking it
This herb is a guilty conscience
Even the cop who smokes it is careful of the audience

Confident I was there goes the smoke towards the cloud
So that the DJ who I never had takes care of my back
And it's medicine a lifestyle
Look in my friendly crew neighborhood doesn't discriminate
Doesn't discriminate

The first out of curiosity, the second out of idiocy
The third because I'm a Superman with seagull wings
I go like an aggressive and smiling bull terrier
If there are no laughs because the brave comes out

Suddenly I'm applauding like a seal
With my mind half crazy and my saliva escapes from my mouth
With red dilated eyes and the widest panorama
They say life turns around but my bed turns more

No mom I'm not high a little piece of trash fell on me
Don't tell my brother, or my father, or grandma
Tell them I'm sad and that I came home very tired
That I was smoking all my present and my past

I feel like eating the world in a tortilla
I crave croquettes, chocorroles, and a quesadilla
Sometimes the day in a second is a nightmare
I light my cigarette and everything is wonderful

It smells like Moy, I feel good
It smells like Moy, I feel good
It smells like Moy, I feel good
It smells like Moy, I feel good