Hey yo, Chris, where is my per diem?

Or your ass get taken like Neeson Liam

Shittin' in the bus

Put it in a bag

Lauren lost her phone, and Gary's such a drag

Come on, mother

Come on, mother

Smooth's too drunk to leave on time

And Lilah cleaned the bus on her own dime

Pissin' in the bus

No water in the tank

Get T the Zyns or she's about to shank

Come on, mother

Come on, mother

So much to do before you go out on the road

Check your van

Check your tires

Check the oil

Then you think about, like

Not even just the physical, like

How are you gonna drive?

But like all the superstitious shit we do too

To like, I don't know, keep ourselves safe

Like, we have a rosary that we put around the—

You know, rearview mirror or whatever

Then I think about, like

We're just trying to get to a show or whatever

Or play a show, or even just the truck stop bathrooms

I remember how Cornbread used to check the bathrooms to make sure they were safe for Bijoux to go into

Then I think about my friend Marissa

She just wanted to go to a concert

And get home safe

And that didn't happen

It shouldn't be that hard to get home safe

Outta gas, outta gas, outta gas

Come on, mother

Outta gas, outta gas, outta gas

Come on, mother

Come on, mother

Come on, mother