The great god looks at this word, how to pronounce it rhymes, and the great god who plays rap comes in.

00: 14 misty/crazy in the room/flying halfway.

It's a pity that you don't have any foreign cigarettes in your hand.

There is too much fog in the mouth/blindfolded/unable to move a step.

Tired to the road of independent thinking/emptying the warehouse nourished by drugs ~

00:28 inspiration/loss ~/behind closed doors, MC follows suit.

Leaves are burned/syrup is drunk, and the body and mind are completely immersed in the deep pit of the psychedelic world.

The grass blower still has to fly/the good goods are scattered/the brain is in a vacuum.

The people who crashed were all in the corner because they couldn't tell the hour from the minute.

Well, I feel it myself. Just try. No kidding.