Chorus

Oh, I'm just a K.i.D

I'll be partying like one until the day I leave

"The champ is here": well hey Ali

You wanna go round for round? that's okay by me

Oh, another one knocked out

Tick tock before another one drops out

They say slow down but I love the fast life

Wake up in the morning like what happened last night

[Verse 1]

I wake up, in between the wall and the bed

Is this a hotel? Looks like someone called in the feds

Veins; would; spill; alcohol if I bled

Shiiiit, I can barely move but I'll be Ballin' again

In a minute Just gotta put my shades on

I don't wanna see the day nah, nah I'm still way gone

Still not good to drive and it's goin on 5

But I gotta look alive cuz I'll be Going all night

So I gotta eat but Why eat? I'm bout ta dry heave

The Thai weed prerequisites the Chinese

And my lifestyle always counteracts the Visine

CSI team better get ready with what I'm devising

A massacre; either at the show or afterward

A party that'll leave you pissing through a fuckin' Catheter

But back ta earth if you could call it that, dunno where my wallet's at

My phone shows I gave a pair of big titties my autograph

And I think we fucked cuz I'm pissin and my trunk

Is pointing at the toilet; but the piss is going up

Checked my back pocket and found some panties

So I know we, fucked cuz I always keep a trophy

1st time all day I've smiled; I said it would get wild

Said I'd beat the pussy like a red headed stepchild

Said I'd introduce K.i.D to the X-files and

White boy wasted got spread like the West Nile

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[Verse 2]

Spin in a circle 10 times; now try to walk

Chances are you just collapsed; or nodded off

That's party mode for me for you it's called not at all

Sprawling on the wall you'll need a bottle of Tylenol tomorrow

Get loose, hit the water bong; Jamaican shit Watagwan

Lifes lookin like the autobahn; blurred, you sit on the john

Eyeing something to vomit on; being nice you go on the lawn

And up comes the Papa Johns; yard smelling like parmesan

You can't shake the dream; no more shots Olajuwon

I know ya favorite song is on but lets keep it down with the "la luh la's"

Thanks to phone cameras you're a worldwide Phenomenon

All YouTube can comment on, even your proud mom n pa

And Shawn's passin out in the recycle bin cuz he ate your mom's vitamins like Mike & Ike's and then discovered they were

Vicodin but it's alright with him, apparently

House looking like a film by Quentin Tarantino

Bodies in closets like David Carradine

So, will you last the night? There's no guarantees

Though, you may have defeated nervousness

You may have left the party in a tourniquet

You probly hooked up with a suburban chick

If she had tequila and ate the worm in it

Told her it's low calorie and provides nourishment

Like the gin she took without the furnishings

That's usually used to polish surfaces

Now ya throat is where the furnace is

Just another night of some fucked up shit

Not the type of stuff that you want published

If this is a typical night that I summed up quick

I guess we're like all the other kids with the Pumped Up Kicks