[Intro]
How come our dad is so old and he still plays alternative rock?
Yeah, and Uncle Sweetpea too, why don't they just get real jobs?
I know, right? What's up with that?

[Verse 1: Max Collins]
I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week
Indulging in my self-defeat
My mind was thugged, all laced and bugged, all twisted, wrong and beat
A comfortable three feet deep
Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week
Impaired my tribal lunar speak
And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done
So I missed a million miles of fun

[Chorus: Max Collins & L1zy]
I know it's up for me
If you steal my sunshine
Making sure I'm not in too deep
If you steal my sunshine
Keeping versed and on my feet
If you stеal my sunshine

[Interlude]
Oh, rock and roll, man!
Yeah, rock and roll, bro!
[Verse 2: L1zy]
I was frying on the bеnch slide in the park across the street
L-A-T-E-R that week
My sticky paws were into making straws out of big fat slurpy treats
An incredible eight-foot heap
Now the funny glare to pay a gleaming tare in a staring under heat
Involved an under usual feat
And I'm not only among but I invite who I want to come
So I missed a million miles of fun

[Chorus: Max Collins & L1zy]
I know it's up for me
If you steal my sunshine
Making sure I'm not in too deep
If you steal my sunshine
Keeping versed and on my feet
If you steal my sunshine

[Chorus: Max Collins & L1zy]
I know it's done for me
If you steal my sunshine
Not some and it's hard to see
If you steal my sunshine
Keeping dumb and built to beat
If you steal my sunshine
[Outro: L1zy]
Sunshine
My sunshine
Sunshine
My sunshine
Sunshine
My sunshine
Sunshine
My sunshine