[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]

I'm on the top floor bar on my 33rd fruit Bellini
Moving booky, seedy, wasted, weird and uber creepy
I'm on a sub soy snoopin' with this mutant beanie
Got a death wish, rub the lamp and shoot the genie
The neighbours pull pistols here
Me, the lost love child of Olive Oil and Cyril Sneer
Joy ride the motor taxi dripping sweat, switching gears
Life's just a string of snippets squished between the swigs of beer
80 in the whip with this rich chick sniffin' gear
Shit, I hope this bitch can steer
I'm sipping G&T with a G of beak
Cooking bacon in a butchers apron at your vegan feast
4am 40 litres deep
Crooked jaw swingin' like a gold plated Jesus piece
I'm the naked truth
I rock the same mouldy green skin like a vintage old tailored suit
Ahh, my wasted youth
Skankin' out in vacation crepes on a palatial roof
And ain't no happy endings out here bruv
Cause you ain't an Asian masseuse
Plotting in the clouds, flaggin' down planes
Bright white suit, wrap-around shades
Stagger out late, I strolled out the pearly gates
Ended up stranded at Mansion 38
[Verse 2: Lee Scott]

I probably shouldn't be outside right now, I'm feelin' too erratic
37 celsius, weavin' through the traffic
Catch a face full of dirt as we pass
With a big smile painted on me surgical mask
Doin' wheelies on a child's toy quad
Hash tag DVLGNG biker boy squad
Growlin' like a rabid soy dog
Lookin' at the sky impolite like "Oi God!"
You need to listen now I'll only tell you once
Jesus H. Christ give him whatever the hell he wants
I fix me shades in the reflection of the holy stoup
While a million starving artists salivate and paint a bowl of fruit
In the backdrop, lookin' like I hit and lost the jack pot
Grey Goose plant pot, and what?
I clutch the world's only unlucky shamrock
Smellin' like the back streets of Bangkok
Takeaways, spicy lobster flavoured Lays
Life in the Hilton for 0.8 of haze
You don't want to chill with us kid, we're bad company
Word to the Thai guy pointing his hand gun at me
I close the door and continue like what the fuck?
Yadong and blueberry Tipco in me coffee cup
To be honest look, you should probably lock us up
I can't be arsed today like, but I'll fuck tomorrow up
I just want some soy sauce, a pot of rice
And some shit I can't pronounce to sip, while I itch me mozzy bites
[Verse 3: Trellion]

Pop a U-ey in the Tuk-Tuk
Chicken heads gettin' fucked up, cluck cluck
Disagree with T? That’s not a good look
Lyin' through my teeth, right hand on the good book
I don’t like to read, I’m the best? I agree
Stressin', sweatin' while I’m gettin' questioned by the Thai police
They told me I should leave, It's fine with me
But these crickets need to stop chattin' shit while I’m trying to sleep
I’m pretty smart, for a stupid idiot
What’s the point in goin' when I can Google Image it?
I just made a big mistake, you can live with it
Spill your brains like wait! I think I missed a bit
Catch me in my True Religions and some Gucci slippers
Eating animals I never even knew existed
Singapore slingin' on the roof bar
You know it’s me again but I don't know who you are
(What you doing?) Ballin' out in the 2 star, I’m deep like that hole somewhere near Utah
My mind's FUBAR, ask me for a 16 I’ll send you back a pitched down 2 bar
Grade 8 piano, but all I know is Chopsticks
Puzzled, lookin' on my plate like what’s this?
This ain’t Burger King
Trell’s the greatest rapper ever, yeah but have you heard him sing?

You can hear what I'm sayin', but you can't relate
It's just another day in mansion 38 (x4)