Good Trip

I left a dub in the car and went for a ride
With five thousand, a beer and some friends
I did the mission and the dough is shiny
Let it be what God wants

With dark glasses I see what you don't see
The crazy girls giving a speech
The playboys filling their asses with bullets
And the bass filling the lights with color

Follow the crazy Babylon of this generation
Another crazy party in another dimension
I remain calm, avoiding stagnation
Without a bad trip, nothing shakes me
Open your mind, pack your bags

Poor in spirit is he who does not venture
Comfort is a parasitic evil
Lost youth is bullshit
I have much more to say
And I don't need much to live in peace
Just my skateboard, the beach and friendliness
Noble in soul is he who lives in harmony
Keeping balance wherever you go

Babylon continues its degenerate madness
Giving way to the light that comes from every heart
I follow the bpm of evolution from above
Without a bad trip, nothing shakes me
Open your mind, pack your bags

Without a bad trip, nothing shakes me
Open your mind, pack your bags
Without a bad trip, nothing shakes me
Open your mind, pack your bags