Tour Up Dumbfoundead (Ft. Wax)

[Chorus: Dumbfoundead & Wax, Wax, Dumbfoundead]
We roll up in your city and take over for the night
Soon as we step out the van, we be feeling alright
Smoke blowing out the window, refilling my cup
We tour up, yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up
The hotel room we're staying in is tore up
The old ass club we're playing in is tore up
The fans in the crowd are loud and tore up
Yup, we tour up, yup, we tour up

[Verse 1: Wax]
Goodness gracious, great balls of fuego
The van's flyer than the Spaceballs Winnebago
At least it was when the tour was first starting up
Now it smells like feet, and has trouble starting up
We going hard as fuck, tearing every market up
Spark it up, ash it on the floor, burn the carpet up
And all the trees that I mention are free
Cause we get hooked up every night, quite generously
In the parking lot, people give us doobies and baggies
Now the van's all mysterious like Scooby and Shaggy's
I don't know who you people are
But if you ain't part of the tour or female, you need to leave the car
Another day, another show sellout
Then we turn the hotel out, then roll the hell out
Man, rock 'n' roll, never looking in the rear view
Train wreck coming soon to a city near you