Surfin’ [Bonus Track]

[Verse 1]
I laid my hand on the remote controller
Looking for the right viewage
If I don't find something quickly I might lose it

[Verse 2]
(Nothing on the TV now, what I do?)
(Watching stuff)
Looks like I'll watch some wrestling
Okay here we go but this is raw shit
I wanted to see Mysterio
(Guess I'll just move on)
(Wrestling is fake anyways)
(Forget about it)
Fuck it, I flick the channel up
Watch a little CSI, but I was disappointed
Seen this episode a million times
Or maybe it was a billion times
The daughter was the killer
And the mother victimized

[Verse 3]
I raise a couple channels looking for some tele-toon
But it was just an episode of Scooby-Doo
A fake ghost made of metal and twigs
But Velma caught 'em in the act
He said "Meddling kids"
So then proceeding onto B.E.T
What a coincidence, an ad about G.E.D
Man, I'm sick and tired of these college commercials
Go back to High School or else they put your life in reversal
So then I surf down I know I miss the way for two
Hit up the discovery and maybe learn something new
But I forgot the laws every station has a flaw
My face frowned when I saw the title "Dirty Jobs"
I see this dude like swimming in maggots
And that's about when my eyes turned frantic
Couldn't handle it
There's nothing on yet there's so many channels
So I resort to football just to let my hand sit still

[Outro]
We're surfin'
We're surfin'
We're surfin'
We're surfin'
Uh, ah
We're surfin'
We're surfin'
We're surfin'
We're surfin'
Uh, ah