[Verse 1] Rolling up late, boss man got that glare Jogging pants crusty, marinating in despair License gone, had to hitch a ride again Dewalt speaker screaming, wake the whole block at ten [Chorus] The Phunkie Drywaller, slow as molasses Projects drag on, like syrup in glasses Costs climb higher, like scaffolds to the sky But the dance moves free, watch him boogie while he dries [Verse 2] Plaster dust clouds, he moonwalks through the haze Tools in the corner, untouched for days Bluetooth bumping, early morning crime Neighbors yelling, "Turn it off!"—he calls it good time [Prechorus] "Everything's a vibe," he says, arms in the air But the wall ain't smooth, it's wavy everywhere [Chorus] The Phunkie Drywaller, slow as molasses Projects drag on, like syrup in glasses Costs climb higher, like scaffolds to the sky But the dance moves free, watch him boogie while he dries [Bridge] Two-step shuffle while the mud sets slow Trowel in his hand, but he’s dancing, not in flow "Deadlines are myths," he preaches with a grin But the client’s patience? Paper-thin
