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I am laying in my bed, smoke suffocating my lounges,
DragonBreath spitting out the last of the fire, as I hit him one last time,
and once I get that feeling, I feel like I can do anything,
down 10 jiggers, still I feel like the impossible is real.
Put on some music, and listen to whatever plays on shuffle,
it is my cyph life, welcome to Renato's world,
come on girl just give it a shot, who knows maybe you will like it,
fly this kush carpet, as we fly above all our problems.
Then everyone leaves, and I lay alone in the fog,
forget ventilation, time to get the Fire Department to arrive,
and I begin to think of you, so I send you a text,
and we talk as I begin to land, and the lower I get the more I feel like dying.