作词 : Heen Martens
 作曲 : Leonard Pech
I'm sitting and playing, sick of the rain
Tripping on hayne's hennessy sippin' away
Skipping the days sticking to strange
Patterns like back in the day
When lsd pills were givin' a way
To improve and then better my play
I'm battered and strayed
It's better I stay at home kicking my pillow
the rest of the day
All I'm saying is I stick to the rythm
Showing off all the tri tricks I been giving
To make it look like I'm making an effort
Taking the credits, people shaking, I never
Was into hard work, it's a fatal of error
That a man is defined by his work
I'm fine without work
And I shine when I slurp/
Cold ones, while writing I'm my words
On a beer coaster all the time tired and absorb
Foolish thoughts, the mood is odd
Waking at night, and a sleeping the day, the moon is a god
Right now all that rules is the the tought
I can go right back to bed/ got slack to shed
Unlike all those who're strapped and dead, working 9.2.7
That's what I said
They call me the sloth
That's what I said
Well I'm not moving
I'm just grooving
They call me the sloth
That's what I said
I can never chill enough
So they keep asking me
About my liability and my capacities
What's my philosophy
If I could possibly add a piece to the cake,
such a tragedy
If I don't sweat they can't see the man in me
All i can say is I lay back and chill smoothly
Cos after all, all theses silly moves still move me
Can't leave I'm tied to the lounge
Sittin' right on the couch
So leave me be for crying out loud
Working 9.2.7
That's what I said
They call me the sloth
That's what I said
Well I'm not moving
I'm just grooving
They call me the sloth
That's what I said
I can never chill enough
That's what I said
They call me the sloth
I can never chill enough
Lyrics: Andreas Klassen(HEEN)&
Music: Leonard Pech