Roll out of my bunk it's a quarter past two I gotta wake my ass up we got a soundcheck soon Take a look down at my pass 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 shit 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 room-mate 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 Yeahhh