Lyrics: Bradley Mackeson
Music: Bradley Mackeson
Don’t call me at 2am
Never going back again
I don’t need no good time
I don’t need no rewind
Rather be a stoner, a loner
Rather be a stoner
Rather be trippin, listen
Rather be trippin…
Flashing lights
In the air
Aliens in disguise
Everywhere
I don’t mind
When people stare
Living my life
Without a care
4am and I’m awake
Cooking up a fried egg
Tall glass of orange juice
Drinking like I’m on a cruise
The life of a stoner
The loner
Life of a stoner
Smoking in the kitchen
Trippin, cooking in the kitchen
Flashing lights
In the air
Aliens in disguise
Everywhere
I don’t mind
When people stare
Living my life
Without a care
Sun coming up 6am
Think I gonna hit the gym
Pushing up that big weight
Everyday I feel great
Cause I don’t think about… About you
I don’t think about you
I just take a little hit… A little hit
All I needs a little bit
Flashing lights
In the air
Aliens in disguise
Everywhere
I don’t mind
When people stare
Living my life
Without a care
Living my life
Without a care
Living my life
Living my way
Living my life
Living it my way
My way… My way…..
The high way
Living my life
For me baby
You crazy
Just me baby
You crazy hey
Heyyy whatcha gonna do baby
Who you gonna call baby
What you gonna do baby