One Day

Lyrics

[Intro] Ah yeah. This is going out to my dirty, rotten scoundrels, and my scumbags! [Chorus] One day I'll be an old aged sitting with my old mates Pictures on the wall, reminiscing 'bout the old days They were yelling "Slow down!" We were yelling "No way" Work hard till the soul aches [Verse 1] The post-modernist rode scholar, I flow hotter Than Joe Strummer, the Coyote and the Roadrunner I smoke ganja with soul brothers like J. Cole Halo shinin' like radioactive yayo Take note of my theories like Plato Fuckin' with Pegz, you get bombed like Grey Ghost Scape goat, of mediocrities K. Hole Shouts to my home boys Jez and Damo We're thundamentally like toxic chemistry Droppin' sedatives in shots of kerosine Wake up with a loss of memory in a Prison cell with Chopper starin' at me I need therapy like Re and Grundy On New Years Eve after eatin' mushies We put the motherfucking p in party Like jungle juice spiked with E in Bali [Pre-Chorus: [?]] [?] till the soul aches Oo—oo—oo [Chorus] One day I'll be an old aged sitting with my old mates Pictures on the wall, reminiscing 'bout the old days "Open the door [?]" They were yelling "Slow down!" We were yelling "No way" Work hard till the soul aches "Open the door [?]" [Verse 2] Metaphysically gettin' Dizzy like Rascal Heads givin' me negativity partial Every city left my dignity on a bar stool Gettin' jiggy while I was busy in the [bathroom] Last nights a mystery right to sinsemilla Kicked out the Espy, slept in St Kilda Random, looking like "Chechen Gorilla" (You're a cunt, Mick) (I said l don't drink tequila) I'm one pivotal uncivil Australian Jump kicking a thug's digital alias Young lyrical dumb cynical craniums Gettin' sonned by my subliminal radiance I bring a higher conscious like a microscopic eye of Horus Painted on the wings of a flying object Fire up ya psychological fibre optics And let good times roll like hydroponics [Pre-Chorus: [?]] [?] till the soul aches Oo—oo—oo [Chorus] One day I'll be an old aged sitting with my old mates Pictures on the wall, reminiscing 'bout the old days "Open the door [?]" They were yelling "Slow down!" We were yelling "No way" Work hard till the soul aches "Open the door [?]" [Verse 3] The elixir of life in a sage's tablet Prescribed in the text of an ancient tantras Sufi's entranced by the vapour's magic Holy oil written in the sacred chapters Cannabis, sativa, the shiva's charas Shamans buried with a key of hashish Seems like every religion on the atlas [?] smokin' that shit like Kingsley in the wackness' [Chorus] One day I'll be an old aged sitting with my old mates Pictures on the wall, reminiscing 'bout the old days "Open the door [?]" They were yelling "Slow down!" We were yelling "No way" Work hard till the soul aches "Open the door [?]"