[Verse 1]
Iâm at the bar, in my jeans, and the shirt I copped from Target
Talkinâ to some pretty ladies, said their blousesâ from the forest
I said âgreat!â I donât make clothes, but I could probably make those
Unravel, simple stitches, when I cut my fucking BEAT LOW
No tops, no ceilings, outside, old buildings
Lookin' like an indie picture that they made for the kids
But this kid ainât having it, âcause roofs have advantages
I really ainât a fan of all this rain in my drink
SO DUMP IT OUT
And grab a fresh jawn. (Then) on to the next one
Cup runneth over; I am feeling upper echelon
Mistakes have been made, and my attitude is shitty
But thatâs not reason enough to have this party turn pity
So we ohhing âtil the sunrise, loose ends untied
Hands stay dumb high, sippinâ on that Mumbai
Gin and tonics grease the wheels. Lemon, lime; the rhines are peeled
(Weâre) monsters in the city so letâs run this town like Cloverfield
[Hook]
Raise the roof, love the chase
Let it burn with every taste
Sippin' hard until itâs easy
And youâre feening for the bass
Lightâs on, cut em' off
We donât need them shits at all
We are blind to all their facts
But we are happy where we are
Happy where we are
Happy where we are
Happy where we are
We are blind, blind, blind
We are happy where we are
[Verse 2]
Robots canât drink but I know that I can
Even on a double dose of Zicam
Ditch that riffraff
Antibodies, opiates, and arms traded
Like my veins were taipan
This the part of the night where I black out
Two sheets to the wind, need a snack now
No sheets, no wawa. Only ROFO in this town
Stop playing, Jerry Stackhouse
I got my vices, they got their ices
And they booby trapped â all the nice shit
So take a knee man â and drink a Smirnoff
Itâs not my cup of tea â so I veer off
Iâm on my way now, vision quest style
Headphones, and my battery has full pow(er)
Fuck a cab, âcause the music drives me
Sober ride time, âcause my mind got high beamed
The Gatorade soothes me, but Iâm choosy
Original colors, âcause the others never wooed me
No problem, Iâm on that fruit punch
Canât bully me, I never lose lunch
In other words I rarely vomit
(The) frequency is that of the Halley Comet
Unless Iâm on the mic: then itâs fairly common
Ipecac to the stomach like Iâm purging Ramen
[Hook]
Raise the roof, love the chase
Let it burn with every taste
Sippin' hard until itâs easy
And youâre feening for the bass
Lightâs on, cut em' off
We donât need them shits at all
We are blind to all their facts
But we are happy where we are
Happy where we are
Happy where we are
Happy where we are
We are blind, blind, blind
We are happy where we are
[Verse 3]
Then the sun comes back, and my lungs are full of air again
Recall the nightâs events, hope I wasnât acting arrogant
But I probably was, I was sippin' on the Seraphin
Purchased by some bourgeois broads who thought I was a terrapin
Goddamn, Iâm a turtle with a hard shell
Stubborn as a used car dealer with his hard sell
But I ainât buying it, I can still retire this
Put the bottle down, pick it up, and get high again
[Hook]
Raise the roof, love the chase
Let it burn with every taste
Sippin' hard until itâs easy
And youâre feening for the bass
Lightâs on, cut em' off
We donât need them shits at all
We are blind to all their facts
But we are happy where we are
Happy where we are
Happy where we are
Happy where we are
We are blind, blind, blind
We are happy where we are