2-3-4, 6-7-8, Allday, uh-huh [Hook:] 2x3x4 Good times, bad times, oh my lord 6x7x8 Good times bad, the time it takes 20 already, now I’m counting the time Now that I’m out of my team, still out of my mind And I’m still down on my grind like Tony Abbott has done So the only chronic I’m on is 2001 ‘Cause I’m trying to make my mummy way more proud of her son So I’m hustling my own self right out of this slump No pills or powders, it all may be talcum I’m ‘bout to make a million but first I’ll make a thousand Put it in my bank and then I’ll hire a great accountant Let it compound, then get a car to take you out in Employ a maid and a gardener and a lawyer And own a mansion with a fountain and a foyer My parents told us that success is important Want to swim in the money, never testing the waters No rest for the wicked, no bread for the cautious Let's get to business, step into my office [Hook] I’m Allday, well that’s really just a name I made To etch into the [?] when I fade away Me I see you know you think I’m out, but Day to day I’m taking every step, working up a sweat, Gatorade Man everything I do it well when the ladies watch Australian Jamie Foxx, just laughing the haters off But I’m wondering if I’m about to pay the cost For my efforts, is it worth it? In the end, maybe not I’m spinning in my own whirlwind here, taking off Where love goes, hate of course follows, yeah take your shot I admit I’m metal so that I’mma call me Arthur You know who to ask for if you really wanted drama Now I’m in a freefall, I keep falling faster People are piranhas, well some more than others, uh Although we’re numbers but what it comes down to is one thing Hit the tap running, yeah we drown you [Hook]