[Intro: Talking on the phone]
"Dave is Dave home?"
"Uh Dave's home bro, um I'll ask him for some cash"
"Yeah bro hard"
"Kk"
"Yep sweet I'll meet you at the bus stop"
"Yeah bro"
"that us?"
"uh Okay"
"Shot bro!"
"Okay
"Ye!"
"Ye!"
"Chur!"

[Chorus]
And we just sippin' our way
Chicken Chow Mein
Ichi Ni San Shi
Drinking all day!
Just sit around blaze!
Living our way!
Yeah

[Verse 1: Tom Scott]
I spend my time writing by the late night
Saving all my daylight
Sitting by the lake side
Listening to the waves cry
I elevate my feet
To elevate my mind
And dedicate time for me just waste time
I meditate my mind
To celebrate my life
Like everyday I live
And never say 'why?'
I try to take time out to try and take five
And turn the baseline down to watch the paint dry
I take a great sized bite of K-Fry
And vegans in my face like blah blah save lives
I'm like shucks I love the meat like a Great White
Fuck it if it ain't right, you know what it tastes like?
I see my girl stressed thinking 'bout her waistline
We're thinking 'bout the same thing at the same time
It's funny how we take the sun to paint a grey sky
And get depressed trying to be the person they like
I'm trying not to think about the shit that ain't mine
Or watch the cool kids as they climb the grapevine
I walk a straight line to success to aim high
Where there ain't no sunlight I make rhymes to make mine
So fuck it if the fake tie don't say 'hi'
They can walk straight by psshh what a gay guy!
Cause life isn't about what you're paid right?
(Nah) Fuck A-life shit, it's the main life
[Interlude: Talking]
"Boys I gotta gap to work ay"
"For real?"
"Fuck that bro"
"Fuck that"
"Gay!"

"... Nah Fuck that shit ay!"
"Fuck yeah!"

See I don't want a hundred thou'
I'm happy underground
I just wanna run about while the summer sun is out
Bum around, guzzle down a dozen Double Brown
And turn the music up without the sound patrol coming round
That's it!
I don't need to be the best dressed
I just need a quick sesh when my head stressed
Let me be the express
Don't need a lexus
Cause there nothing that exceeds quite like excess
And yes
Wouldn't mind world wide holidays
Fresh made bolognaise
Eggs beni hollandaise
Playboy model babes
Ten thousand dollar shades
But life isn't all about what your wallet weighs!
Cause you could have a quarter a billion
Buy a pretty Brazilian
And you fill her silicon
Treat her sweeter than cinnamon and buy her anything you wanna
Then come home and catch her with the plumber
So all I really want is a little sun
Maybe a daughter or a grandkid, a set of swings and a sand-pit
A girl I can amp with, that can hand knit
And I can help her open up her boysenberry jam lid
To be understanding, that's what I need the most
Compared to that weed and clothes ain't even close
Give me cheese on toast
Keep your gold floors
Seven-foot stone walls
And backyard golf-course
Cause you can't make love to your motor car
And if you haven't got the one then you're only half
You're just another rich dude in lonely bar
Trying to get your power from your suit like Tony Stark
And when you're done playing blues on your golden harp
You're still really just a loner with a broken heart
Getting bounced off and always are
Because what goes up comes down, ask Owen Hart
[Ripping a bong]
[Talking]
Bro bro it's like
Ay Ay bro it's like fuck it's out of it ay cause it's kinda like... yeah...
Fuck I dunno ay bro I'm Stoned ay

[Chorus]
I think somebody might of put something in my drink
Cause i feel good today, I feel so good today
Yeah, Woah