Flota

Yeah!

The float comes out
Here in the world bouncing on the cloud
Find the way through the smoke to the weed
And burn it, inhale it (oh oh!)

Feel how everything changes
Even the soul of my body slowly rises
Kung-fu rhythm, ganja style
Operation of your other self with yourself (light your blunt)

And you get high, you get high, you get high
If you don't get it, you get desperate
If you get high, you get high, you get high
You might have a good time, as it should be

And even though you will still know how to follow, fly everything my way
Watch out for the red eye, lazy
Always from the lotus, in my crazy way
Buy a bag, a slow blunt roll

How many of you must be thinking
That I'm summoning something with the smoke
That is traveling through my lungs
Few can feel it and laugh
Only the good souls, good inside, the best

Let your mind float
Allow your subconscious to rise
Smell the scent (admit it)

(Yeah)
(Uleke uleke aah)
Stailok man and bubafucktic

If you get high, you get high, you get high
If you don't get it, you get desperate
If you get high, you get high, you get high
You might have a good time, as it should be