Buddha - Ganja White Night, Simon Danhier

The hours have changed our night is free.

Keep up vibes you’ll merge with it.

Let your body on this musical flow It’s Ganja White Night will make you see the

stars.

Adheres to feel the atmosphere that settles Let your mind escape the sound of

instrumental.

There’s the good girls and bad boys who are there to have fun.

Y whites, blacks, old Y no borders in our evenings.

Just Move tempo, or you’re not my poto We are not here to judge or to go to his

ego.

Y d 'the Biera, there has ganja Make fun to your brain.

A good sip a good whiff clocks to zero is recovering.

Go ahead up the level Roule your kesti poto Good fe-ta in your teeth and its

transcendent becomes.

His spokesman is on TV his weapon is insecurity.

The Password profitability.

His work.

steal your money for me worse than a drug dealer of heroin.

It makes us all snags.

A manners and lifestyle He even manages our desires.

It nya over time that beams into my schedule.

Only the sound guide me, yes the music is my light.

literal escape of a system that oppresses.

decadent rhythm and dance to get away from stress.

Supporter of the system our vibes jostle you.

They just want to open your mind to the fact that manipulates you.

Our sound from thy codes disturb your habits.

Want to cause rupture between our and their attitude.

Theirs is to create fear to increase consumption to the detriment of your

well-being, they always want more dough.

Ours is to bring the right, while breaking away your routine.

They burst the wheels of your life, and then we put the patches.

This is nuclear war blows bass and samplers.

This is nuclear war against Babylon the oppressor.