And I'm lost in another time With fast clouds, the back is wavy And now I really don't know why I don't feel it And I'm laughing, now yes, they don't drink aquelaline Smoked by Paul Witte I go up in space, look, I'm floating I'm exploring Mars, little alien You know I'm on board I travel interstellar with every song of mine I park the spaceship while I smoke and I get up I see people face to face with my white shoes I don't even follow the brand, I kiss them on the cheeks I go out with mine, I smoke like this I want a new house, but I don't drink Hernessy But only Hernessy is that for me it's the same if I'm not with you And I don't know why, I don't feel better Now I always dream that I wake up I didn't escape, I'm from hell I don't practice, I don't do tricks And I feel good when I go out with mine Don't make me feel bad, you already know that I'm not ok You already know that I'm dead And I feel good when I go out with mine Don't make me feel bad, you already know that I'm not ok Don't make me feel bad, you already know that I'm not ok