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"Let me tell you the story of my bad trip in Koh Chang… I was convinced I was dead for two hours… I was nothing but my soul… Deceased, wasted…"

**My flashes** [Repeat] to remember it. No clue if I’ll remember this present moment, this instant T. I lost track.

It started in the jacuzzi when I thought it was a video game or a dream. She talked about ice and kept me from focusing on my memories [Repeat].

In the jacuzzi, I thought I was playing with my daughter like I was in a dream. Really a dream, where everything is fake, and you want to shake your head to break free and wake up with a jolt, feeling stuck in that dream.

Then in the shower, I thought I heard her speak for the first time.

Things happened beyond my control, like washing my daughter’s hair, feeling dazed and unsure if I used the shampoo. Not knowing if I could say yes to Zaz, who wanted to stay in the shower a little longer.

I felt stuck in zones, unable to move forward. Short-term memory completely gone.

I wandered around, left and right, trying to figure out what to do with my bag. I emptied it, unsure what to do with it or what to put inside.

Feeling incapable of crossing the door, unable to wake up. Stuck in this zone (stage one), unable to imagine 10 meters around me. Every movement seemed impossible (unthinkable).

Everything felt unreal, even two hours later.

Even after that harsh realization, it continued. Imagining movement seemed impossible. Dealing with people, taxis, money—horrible.

A terrifying impression (deathbed), Zazie talking about stars in the sky following me, with her blankie playing funeral music.

The girls getting excited about monkeys in trees in the middle of Thailand, stuck in this zone (stage two),

Called upon by the negative Thai god, my losses looming—terrifying. (I didn’t get it) [reverb].

When I imagined moving, the anxiety spiked again.

Not daring to write on WhatsApp for a long time [reverb] before asking her to call me so I could know it was real. Even that wasn’t enough. [Repeat]

The dreamlike feeling that my soul had to watch over the girls because I was dead.

I was convinced I was (dead) [Repeat].

Since then, I’ve found CBD.

Weed, mushrooms, LSD—(it’s too strong for me) [reverb].

I’m not a Peruvian.

I’ve reached powerful (shamanic) [reverb] limits.

Yabaos (a tree).

We saw monkeys…

There was the sea (but it was a river)… and there was a crocodile.

(Luiss) there were humans (it was scary).

It’s mild compared to reality.

But now I’m fine; I’ve defeated Bangkok. Bangkok knows me well…

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Verse 1

Thai, massage, nicknamed "the bulldozer," left me wrecked,

A sore neck and the tourista to finish me off.

The bag said “Happy,” it was written there,

But honestly, there was nothing happy in my night to spare.

The bar closed down, abandoned in despair,

Third hotel in, I grasped the massacres everywhere.

Covid, the assassin, left ruins all around,

My stomach flipped as my soul hit the ground.

Chorus

Your mom, she’s unbelievable,

Your mom, SawaDiKaï.

Between the hard mattress and the scorpion on the floor,

I sleep F, I live G, I sing out of score.

Verse 2

Burnt-out leaves, rolling without glue—so old school,

Puffing on a joint frail as a toothpick (yet still cool).

My stuff on the ground, joint lying on the floor, I’m lazy,

Finding a rhyme for "floor" is the least of my crazy.

Mom, check out the size of this beast,

A scorpion in my room—not some mosquito feast.

The waitress is hot, but her beard’s insane!

Thicker than your dad’s—it’s driving me insane.

Chorus

Your mom, she’s unbelievable,

Your mom, SawaDikaï.

Between the hard mattress and the scorpion on the floor,

I sleep F, I live G, I sing out of score.

Verse 3

Meditating two hours, 17 Rum and Coke,

My liver on hold, but my pen’s still woke.

Wolf dogs sizzle on nighttime barbecues,

While I write, a serpent hits the news.

I’m scared to send this to my boss,

She’ll read "I sucked Buddha" and think I’m at a loss.

Midnight, 3.7 grams in my veins,

The night belongs to me, sorrow’s slain.

Bridge

Weird ladyboy, SIM card in the street,

Shady vibes, warm beer, a world in defeat.

Between dreams and reality, I’m not so sure,

But damn, Thailand, your flavor’s obscure.

Chorus

Your mom, she’s unbelievable,

Your mom, SawaDikai.

Between the hard mattress and the scorpion on the floor,

I sleep F, I live G, I sing out of score.

Outro

Between dreams and reality, I’m not so sure,

But damn, Thailand, your flavor’s obscure.

Chorus

Your mom, she’s unbelievable,

Your mom, SawaDikaï.

Between the hard mattress and the scorpion on the floor,

I sleep F, I live G, I sing out of score.

Verse 2

Burnt-out leaves, rolling without glue—so old school,

Puffing on a joint frail as a toothpick (yet still cool).

My stuff on the ground, joint lying on the floor, I’m lazy,

Finding a rhyme for "floor" is the least of my crazy.

Mom, check out the size of this beast,

A scorpion in my room—not some mosquito feast.

The waitress is hot, but her beard’s insane!

Thicker than your dad’s—it’s driving me insane.

Chorus

Your mom, she’s unbelievable,

Your mom, SawaDikaï.

Between the hard mattress and the scorpion on the floor,

I sleep F, I live G, I sing out of score.

Verse 3

Meditating two hours, 17 Rum and Coke,

My liver on hold, but my pen’s still woke.

Wolf dogs sizzle on nighttime barbecues,

While I write, a serpent hits the news.

I’m scared to send this to my boss,

She’ll read "I sucked Buddha" and think I’m at a loss.

Midnight, 3.7 grams in my veins,

The night belongs to me, sorrow’s slain.

Bridge

Weird ladyboy, SIM card in the street,

Shady vibes, warm beer, a world in defeat.

Between dreams and reality, I’m not so sure,

But damn, Thailand, your flavor’s obscure.

Cars, TukTuks and scooters everywhere. Dunno where to look, getting hit everytime I cross a street.

Chorus

Your mom, she’s unbelievable,

Your mom, SawaDikai.

Between the hard mattress and the scorpion on the floor,

I sleep F, I live G, I sing out of score.

Outro

Between dreams and reality, I’m not so sure,

But damn, Thailand, your flavor’s obscure.

Chorus

Your mom, she’s unbelievable,

Your mom, SawaDikaï.

Between the hard mattress and the scorpion on the floor,

I sleep F, I live G, I sing out of score.

Outro

Between dreams and reality, I’m not so sure,

But damn, Thailand, your flavor’s obscure.