Chicken Chow Mein

[Talking on the phone] "Dave is Dave home?" "Uh Dave's home bro, um I'll ask him for some cash" "Yeah bro hard" "Kk" "Yep sweet I'll meet you at the bus stop" "Yeah bro" "that us?" "uh Okay" "Shot bro!" "Okay "Ye!" "Ye!" "Chur!" [Hook] And we just sippin' our way Chicken Chow Mein Ichi Ni San Shi Drinking all day! Just sit around blaze! Living our way! Yeah [Verse 1: Tom Scott] I spend my time writing by the late night Saving all my daylight Sitting by the lake side Listening to the waves cry I elevate my feet To elevate my mind And dedicate time for me just waste time I meditate my mind To celebrate my life Like everyday I live And never say 'why?' I try to take time out to try and take five And turn the baseline down to watch the paint dry I take a great sized bite of K-Fry And vegans my face like blah blah save lives I'm like shucks I love the meat like a Great White Fuck it if it ain't right, you know what it tastes like? I see my girl stressed thinking 'bout her waistline We're thinking 'bout the same thing at the same time It's funny how we take the sun to paint a grey sky And get depressed trying to be the person they like I'm trying not to think about the shit that ain't mine Or watch the cool kids as they climb the grapevine I walk a straight line to success to aim high Where there ain't no sunlight I make rhymes to make mine So fuck it if the fake tie don't say 'hi' They can walk straight by psshh what a gay guy! Cause life isn't about what you're paid right? (Nah) Fuck A-life shit, it's the main life [Interlude: (Talking)] "Boys I gotta gap to work ay" "For real?" "Fuck that bro" "Fuck that" "Gay!" "... Nah Fuck that shit ay!" "Fuck yeah!" See I don't want a hundred thou' I'm happy underground I just wanna run about while the summer sun is out Bum around, guzzle down a dozen Double Brown And turn the music up without the sound patrol coming round That's it! I don't need to be the best dressed I just need a quick sesh when my head stressed Let me be the express Don't need a lexus Cause there nothing addicts sees quite like excess And yes Wouldn't mind world wide holidays Fresh made bolognaise Eggs beni hollandaise Playboy model babes Ten thousand dollar shades But life isn't all about what your wallet weighs! Cause you could have a quarter a billion Buy a pretty Brazilian And you fill her silicon Treat her sweeter than cinnamon and buy her anything you wanna Then come home and catch her with the plumber So all I really want is a little sun Maybe a daughter or a grandkid, a set of swings and a sand-pit A girl I can amp with, that can hand knit And I can help her open up her boysenberry jamlet To be understanding, that's what I need the most Compared to that weed and clothes ain't even close Give me cheese on toast Keep your gold floors Seven-foot stone walls And backyard golf-course Cause you can't make love to your motor car And if you haven't got the one then you're only half You're just another rich dude in lonely bar Trying to get your power from your suit like Tony Stark And when you're done playing blues on your golden harp You're still really just a loner with a broken heart Getting bounced off and always are Because what goes up comes down ask Owen Hart [Ripping a bong] [Talking] Bro bro it's like Ay Ay bro it's like fuck it's out of it ay cause it's kinda like... yeah... Fuck I dunno ay bro I'm Stoned ay [Hook] I think somebody might of put something in my drink Cause i feel good today, I feel so good today Yeah, Woah