Roll out of my bunk, it's a quarter past two
I gotta wake my a** up, we got a soundcheck soon
Take a look down at my pa** to see what city we're in
'Cause the days fly by and the months they spin
Step out of the bus, some kids are lined up outside
I need a caffeine buzz, so I ask for a ride
Get back into the club and we check our sh**
One of the monitors is bull, so the other we split
We got two hours before they open the doors
So I walk around town and find for a record store
Get back to the bus and I'm all alone
Except for Kudu in his bunk talkin' on his phone
Then a friend of the brother of the roommate of my kin
Calls to get up on the list so, I get em in
And this is how it goes 'till the time of show
When I hype myself and I'm ready to go
And I roll up on the stage and it's all a haze
But the feeling that I get keeps me high for days
Then the after-show party is up on the bus
Where two drunk girls wanna ride out with us
Bus call I'm loaded so I can't see straight
Onto the next city as my eyes dilate
My eyes dilate, my eyes dilate
Onto the next city as my eyes dilate
Yeah