Calabasas

I see lights without knowing what's going on
Everything here seems like a dream
Without losing my way home
Final destination of the route is Calabasas
More syrup, lots of cough
I think a lot, smoke comes out
On the ice, I feel at home
Final destination of the route is Patagonia

I melt ice on sleepless nights
I feel better alone
Me and my fears without ceremony
But nothing is so beautiful
You thought it was sulfur, but hell has another smell
Pungent and addictive
Smell of money, yeah
I multiply a little more
Money messes with your head
I feel like mine is wrong, yeah
I do it to not go crazy, yeah
Without losing my way home
Unaware of fear and thinking that life is this
Designer clothes are just a fetish
Watch me screwing up my future, yeah
Serious game
I don't waste money to throw my life in the trash
But I see everything through the window
I don't get out of the car even if it's a service (slime)
Frost avoids being seen, yeah, yeah
Limited, Playmobil
I speak like Bumblebee
Tune in to listen to me
Pretend well that you want to listen to me
They all lie well, but not as well as I am cold
Where the moonlight touches
Without losing my way home

I see lights without knowing what's going on
Everything here seems like a dream
Without losing my way home
Final destination of the route, Calabasas (yeah)
More syrup, lots of cough
I think a lot, smoke comes out (yeah)
On the ice, I feel at home (yeah)
Final destination of the route is (Calabasas)