The sun rises over lake Michigan, Stevies up and Adam once again, got his poles and tackle ready to win, for the steelhead are biting again,(oh Stevie) He's got his pickup truck rods mounted in the bed, he trolls for fish while driving ol big red, he stays high on his own supply, got the hash and papers Stevie never runs dry, Drinks in the cooler gonna chill all day, got the finest tunes on his pda, got his rubber boots so his feet stay dry takes a nap while he fish he a laid back guy, got fur on his chest that makes girls sigh, and he'll fuck em in the pussy like a samurai. (Oh Stevie). At the end of the day when the sun hang low, Stevie packs it up and he's on the road, he's giving middle fingers to to the Eskimos he don't have to shovel snow cause that shit blows , goes anywhere he wants Stevie owns the road , with the bump from his bass and some beer in tow. He enters his house and he smells of fish, then he starts to eat em raw cause he ain't no bitch, wash it down with some crown and a gentle swish, and gives some to his dog then gets high as shit (then he summons a woman slurp his stick)
