[Sample] It must be your skin I'm sinking in It must be for real 'cause now I can feel And I didn't mind It's not my kind It's not my time to wonder why Everything's gone white And everything's grey Now you're here now you're away I don't want this Remember that I'll never forget where you're at (Oh fuck, you got a camera again?)
[Verse] Fuck's happening? Yeah it's been a minute Topping ARIA charts, I don't need to win it Jump up fresh cunt you be missing me Kers one still saying fuck the industry Rocking up to my gigs with a pitch-fork On the stage yelling "Where's Tracy Grimshaw?" Same Kers who had the youth in a frenzy And send every cunt crazy in their twenties Once again cunt, I'm hitting the road Get your missus on stage and put my dick in her throat There's the lines that they rip and shred up It's deadset six can you picture seven? Here we go kick it off in Melbourne They love me there, I'm the kid they yelling From the crowd and their eyes are wide Then their looking at mine, mine are twice the size (shit) V.I.C I love the cunts First week of march got a bunch of buds Drop to the airport and I'm rollin spliffs Cunts see me, they're like holy shit Then I'm up to the Q.L.D I'm a sick cunt true, well you tell me Bris they are hoping for me They want a feature like their something on a pokie machine Another year with the Brissy vibe Throwing eccys' to the crowd to get ya missus high That's right girls ya getting frisky right And don't blame me if the bitches die (shit) March seventeenth and I'm back to home Talkin' in code 'cause they tapped my phone Sydney city I'm a fucking king It's ABK still, the cunts to win Next day, gotta head down to Tas too In a boat on the wharf 'cause the rack's too Sensitive for the sniffer dogs So we going over waves and we sniff the lot (shit) Rockin' up to the shows in a mac truck Titties [?] from the skinnies to the fat sluts And we back to Fowlers man Crash a plane into the place like their towers damn Hopped out, not a scratch, I'm okay dude If you're giving me spliff, better make two Adelaide, yeah, you know what's next I'm gonna talk about your drugs, buds, weed and sesh yes That's right, from the east to west And I ain't gonna lie, your weed's still the best, yes I walk around like I'm in a maze With my chainsaw on so they clear the way, ayy Chop the arm of a cunt in a front row Hangin' off the other arm of a dumb ho Now they try to cut my tour down to one show Never mind, off to Perth, last time bro Step on stage and I'm drunk with my shades on No triple j because I never play a gay song Jump out to the crowd, they won't let go Can you blame them? It's the Kers, I'm the best bro Perth city always show me love Search Perth titties with my boner tucked Security scared because I own the club Then I'm yellin' to the crowd, fuckin' show me drugs Never ever change, always stay the same Came a long way, never changed from fame Ten years ago, on a train with Rates Now, I'm rack fucked up, on a stage with Jay Fuck backstage, playing the harmonica I'm a fat cunt next to The Veronicas Throw a bitch by the head to the moshpit Wait, once again, now go get ya tickets now from Oztix We're ahead now let me get back on the right track I'm so fresh, the word fresh won't deny that I'm the man and this is where your prize at Diss myself, I'm the only one that fights back Still the king, still cruising bro Till I bruise a nose and fuckin' Ruby-Rose Probably get sued when I drop this shit And tell the judge "Fuck you, you can suck my dick" Gotta be my best bet, leaving you on death rest Turn you to a red head, wait, another death threat? Can't be because I'm heading to the next set I'ma see you at the gigs, deadset
[Outro] Yeah I guess I'll see ya there We gon' party Life's good YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
