Tasting the mint and tasting the whiskey
I'm Philas Smog I'm k**ing the fog
With my nose and the nose of the longboard
Two gla**es on the back of my board
The first one in mint the other one in whiskey
Tasting the mint and tasting the whiskey
I let my tears and the rain making a race
To fall into the back, back of my neck
I'm alone like a dying horse and its eyes bleed
The first eye in mint the other one in whiskey
Tasting the mint and tasting the whiskey
For the longboard blues...
And I love to roll through the streets full of birds
And I steal the pigeon wings
I'm a bird, I'm a board, I'm flying horse
Tasting the mint and tasting the whiskey