For just one night, I didn't care about the line between dudes
Entering that bar not looking for anything good
They gave me a glass (glass), when was the last
(Last) train you didn't want me to catch?
I've tried so hard, don't take that, it blurred my own view
There was lots of gin
There was lots of eyes on us.
Wait me for a while
Because we were like

For just that night, I saw this allien behind
Melting on the roof not cooking up anything good
And I was around, I was around
And your face was sticked to the ground.
You've tried so hard, was I high?
Don't worry baboo

There was lot of gin
There was lot of eyes on us
Smoke that pose and hide
We are trippy creepy floating
Over your land (over your land)
Puking in the cab, praying for a gum
Because we were like: