Oh Lord

[Verse 1 Nick Lupi and Jimmy Nice] Inner West, feel it in my chest Like I got it in my lungs Think I'm going deaf But I know I'm going dumb Wouldn't hold your breath You expecting that we're done? Now there ain't no option left Get on stage, hold my nuts Like is this what I've become? I've been wondering lately The party's becoming crazy Always up to something shady One Dayers get it popping Drop a pill, drop a button On the paisley rate I'm dropping Might be pushing up them daisy's We serenaded the shit out of last summer Table full of delicacies, the last supper Wishing for our reign to stop Will only make it thunder Makes me wonder why our neighbours Ain't decide to take some cover Sydney's asked, where to next Where to next to release But I bet they love me less Let me catch my breath Here we are Jammy in the hippie flask Hippie mentality just to match your raps It's like getting out of hammock hammered [Hook Nick Lupi] It's been getting hard It's been getting tougher Not feeling like the illest The illest mother-fuckers Who that number one? who that number one? Who that number one? who that number one? Yeah we been going up While y'all been going under It kind of makes me wonder Man, tell these mother-fuckers It's that number one, it's that number one And we do it til it's Do it til it's done [Verse 2 Kai, Joyride, and Solo] My dick like kindy you're name's long You need to quit getting the king of the lame's on These day's I'm afraid of even turning the J's on How can I chill man what the fuck is this fay song? Face of a king, crew busting And my girl mad pretty Even one, fuck the give I do not have with me Your girl love the boy Send me texts like "ily" Don't read them, I'm busy leaning with Dixie My crew go hard pumping rifters in the rental Lungs stay tired I'm just fucking up the dental wears Popping in the lift, to the telly mini bar In the belly and that One Day card Go cover the (?) hey Watch me asking what they're life's worth They dodge the question life an iceburg And I know it sounds cold But my side project's shitting on your life's work 808's knocking, lame and stay jocking They so so, we mafia-so, we stay morbid Ain't cricket when you kick it with the One Day squadron We on the case like Jimmy getting the case popping We hopping planes, tell them they got away Cause when we push the button It's dropping like bombs away We Nescafe, on the grind for that honest pay It's that number one and we on the way [Chorus Nick Lupi]