Текст песни Burning Man & UFOs - Nick Tara

Yeah, you're not going to Germany
You're going to Burning Man with me
We're gonna see some UFOs
That's the future that we chose
Hanging out in the desert
Never feeling like any regret we deserve
Life's too good and it's too short
Comes with strength, it comes with force
You gotta be ready
Eating spaghetti
Chilling here, cannabis
It was never my plan to miss out
I had no doubt
I was gonna make it
Take it away

I don't care if you're green or yellow
Yeah, to me you seem like a pretty nice fellow
Come on over and eat some jello
You're pretty damn mellow
UFOs, flying objects
Getting lost in space
This was just my place
Yeah, yeah

Give it up for G Nasty on the violin
My bad it's a mandolin

You're bringing me back to the days I like
Never was even a way to fight
Had to be in love with each day
I never stopped to worry much
I would never hurry much
I just enjoyed every day