One Day

[Intro]
Ah yeah. This is going out to my dirty, rotten scoundrels, and my scumbags!

[Chorus]
One day I'll be an old aged sitting with my old mates
Pictures on the wall, reminiscing 'bout the old days
They were yelling "Slow down!" We were yelling "No way"
Work hard till the soul aches

[Verse 1]
The post-modernist rode scholar, I flow hotter
Than Joe Strummer, the Coyote and the Roadrunner
I smoke ganja with soul brothers like J. Cole
Halo shinin' like radioactive yayo
Take note of my theories like Plato
Fuckin' with Pegz, you get bombed like Grey Ghost
Scape goat, of mediocrities K. Hole
Shouts to my home boys Jez and Damo
We're thundamentally like toxic chemistry
Droppin' sedatives in shots of kerosine
Wake up with a loss of memory in a
Prison cell with Chopper starin' at me
I need therapy like Re and Grundy
On New Years Eve after eatin' mushies
We put the motherfucking p in party
Like jungle juice spiked with E in Bali

[Pre-Chorus: [?]]
[?] till the soul aches
Oo—oo—oo

[Chorus]
One day I'll be an old aged sitting with my old mates
Pictures on the wall, reminiscing 'bout the old days
"Open the door [?]"
They were yelling "Slow down!" We were yelling "No way"
Work hard till the soul aches
"Open the door [?]"

[Verse 2]
Metaphysically gettin' Dizzy like Rascal
Heads givin' me negativity partial
Every city left my dignity on a bar stool
Gettin' jiggy while I was busy in the [bathroom]
Last nights a mystery right to sinsemilla
Kicked out the Espy, slept in St Kilda
Random, looking like "Chechen Gorilla"
(You're a cunt, Mick) (I said l don't drink tequila)
I'm one pivotal uncivil Australian
Jump kicking a thug's digital alias
Young lyrical dumb cynical craniums
Gettin' sonned by my subliminal radiance
I bring a higher conscious like a microscopic eye of Horus
Painted on the wings of a flying object
Fire up ya psychological fibre optics
And let good times roll like hydroponics

[Pre-Chorus: [?]]
[?] till the soul aches
Oo—oo—oo

[Chorus]
One day I'll be an old aged sitting with my old mates
Pictures on the wall, reminiscing 'bout the old days
"Open the door [?]"
They were yelling "Slow down!" We were yelling "No way"
Work hard till the soul aches
"Open the door [?]"

[Verse 3]
The elixir of life in a sage's tablet
Prescribed in the text of an ancient tantras
Sufi's entranced by the vapour's magic
Holy oil written in the sacred chapters
Cannabis, sativa, the shiva's charas
Shamans buried with a key of hashish
Seems like every religion on the atlas
[?] smokin' that shit like Kingsley in the wackness'

[Chorus]
One day I'll be an old aged sitting with my old mates
Pictures on the wall, reminiscing 'bout the old days
"Open the door [?]"
They were yelling "Slow down!" We were yelling "No way"
Work hard till the soul aches
"Open the door [?]"