[Intro - filthy G-funk] Yeeeeah... Sandro up in this motherfucker... Tower smell like weed, sweat, and bad pussy... Fam Bam posted... High Life Vibes... [Verse 1 - chaotic party storytelling, raw and unhinged] Woke up face-down with my hand on a bottle One shoe missin’, blunt ash on the gospel Sunan screamin’ “WHO the FUCK drank my rum?” Jimmy gettin’ felt up by like everybody at once Fam Bam in the corner doin’ weird-ass shuffles One lost a leg still wobblin’ through the function Banana Joe butt-ass naked cookin’ somethin’ foul (Nobody asked what it was... we too high now) Rissa drunk cryin’ sayin’ “you guys are insane...” Five minutes later tryna tongue-kiss Jim again Anga and Meph in the livin’ room gettin’ it on Whole damn night till like 6 in the morn’ Smoke so thick couldn’t see across the room Sunan rantin’ ’bout his dick like a prophet doomed I told my zombies “guard the damn entrance” [Chorus - catchy, hazy, explicit party hook] Rollin’ through the apocalypse, sippin’ gin and juice High as FUCK while the whole damn world loose Mind on my blunt and my cup on my mind Tryna survive gettin’ absolutely fried Fam Bam vibin’ while the weed burn slow Stoner Boys rollin' while the bass beat low High Life Vibes, everybody gone stupid tonight If the world gonna end then we dyin’ high [Verse 2 - chaotic party storytelling, raw and unhinged] Jimmy in denial but the homie too pretty Got the girls gettin’ thirsty and the boyz actin’ needy Jenova threw up, then went back for another shot (That’s the type of decision makin’ we got) Sunan shirtless flexin’ talkin’ ’bout his “Black Mamba” Whole safehouse yellin’ “BRO WE KNOW, SHUT UP ALREADY” Banana Joe crawled inside the furnace shaft (Came back smellin’ like lamp oil, smoke, and ass) Fam Bam smokin’ blunts with they dead-ass faces Innkeeper lit his eyebrow on fire n' kept dancin’ Rissa drunk philosophizin’ by the empty kegs While somebody stole mad dogs pants (and wore them on their head!) (FUCKIN JOE!) I’m fuckin' shit faced off 8 different liquids Can’t speak Elvish no more and I’m low-key panickin’ Outside zombies moanin’, inside bass thumpin' (Whole tower smell like weed, sweat, and humpin') [Chorus - catchy, hazy, explicit party hook] Rollin’ through the apocalypse, sippin’ gin and juice High as FUCK while the whole damn world loose Mind on my blunt and my cup on my mind Tryna survive gettin’ absolutely fried Fam Bam vibin’ while the weed burn slow Stoner Boys rollin' while the bass beat low High Life Vibes, everybody gone stupid tonight If the world gonna end then we dyin’ high [Verse 3 - chaotic party storytelling, raw and unhinged] Door fly open — Cat start yellin’ immediately Chris behind him lookin’ postal visibly Cat like “THIS why civilization collapsed!” kin’ tough ’bout discipline and survival Jimmy drunk flirtin' like “DAMN Chris you lookin’ kinda FINE though!!!!” Whole room went silent... then everybody roared (Chris turned bright red while Cat ragin' even more!!!) This Cat still rantin’ ’bout structure and leadership Banana Joe drew a dick on his face mid-speech Rissa cryin’ “LET PEOPLE HAVE FUN FOR ONCE!” (Fam Bam slow-clappin’ drunken in response) Then Sunan rose high, like he chosen' by Sune Talkin’ ’bout “if we die tonight at least we die feelin’ somethin’!!!!!!!!” Whole room got quiet like maybe he snapped wise (Then Innkeeper crashed through a table and ruin the vibez) (HA HA HA Haaa) So we rolled another blunt and turned the music louder (Then Innkeeper crashed through a table and ruin the vibez) (HA HA HA Haaa) So we rolled another blunt and turned the music louder CC's stormed out pissed off so sour Tower still bumpin’ while the dead roam outside [Chorus - catchy, hazy, explicit party hook] Rollin’ through the apocalypse, sippin’ gin and juice High as FUCK while the whole damn world loose Mind on my blunt and my cup on my mind Tryna survive gettin’ absolutely fried Fam Bam vibin’ while the weed burn slow Stoner Boys rollin' while the bass beat low High Life Vibes, everybody gone stupid tonight If the world gonna end then we dyin’ high [Chorus - catchy, hazy, explicit party hook] [Outro - fading, chaotic wind down] 's fuckin [Outro - fading, slow, chaotic wind down] Sandro's fuckin' done son....... (ya fuckn' drug addict.......) ................ Jimmy probably gettin' railed on the rock... ..(wear a condom son!) ................. Sunan STILL talkin’ about his damn dick... (Black Mamba baby!!!!!!) .................................. Banana Joe banned from at least 3 kingdoms... (Shit.....................................) ........................... Cat mad as usual..... (this fuckin' cat) Chris sexually confused...... (you wanna tap that ass?!) ............................................................................................................... Fam Bam.... ......still fuckin' dancin’... he hehe High Life Vibes... Stoner Boys 4 life.... ..... Yeah man... .... Just sippin' that gin... ....... [Fade]
