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