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