All We Need/Vamoose/Where I Am (Medley)

Lyrics

[Host's Commentary: Trials] Quick [Verse 1: Sesta] Real horror, check today off of the top of your shopping list Get off on ya' Or a let your horoscope right here? Or play doctor losing your mind Deepak Chopra Real shocker, cut the pop figure Drink put on the house, no doubt that's what she in to And too drugged to interact She's so spineless, but she do it right on her back King of the mightless, figure they righteous One hit of this and you can chill in a crisis Iris rollback, time won't do what it's told Get involved, or wait outside in the cold Or it's like that - very suspicious In the dark on the path with the five figures Never get it, got it, get down with it I'll stay with it - calm - Julian Assange hidden [Interlude] "I see" "You been jumpin' all around, everything in town" "Vamoose, you're wack to me" "I see" "You been jumpin' all around, everything in town" "Vamoose, you're wack to me" "I see" "You been jumpin' all around, everything in town" "Vamoose, you're wack to me" "I see" "You been jumpin' all around, everything in town" "Vamoose, you're wack to me" [Verse 2: Hons] Hons wanna earn my rockstar status Earn my stripes at the bar for downin' jäger till I'm hammered The baddest, you know what bro? Now that the 'Oars down [?] Golden Era take me outta poor town You can find me at the Horse Fowl At 4am with the FAC until we escorted out I'm a monster on the mic, confident and tight Next morning comes hit rock-bottom [?] See me jumpin' off the stage in a fresh pair of Nikes To get caught in the crowd by Miller-Heidke And these days, I'm eatin' up that single cake And I should do pretty well if Sandilands making Bingle tapes Man, I'm feelin great, joe-mighty-good Like I found some nine-inch flippers with Elijah Wood And Paul Hogan, I'll see you and that tax man Next July when he's there tryna get his cash back [Verse 3: Trials] Rock-stars back then threw their TVs out I'm like, "Fuck that" Balconies just freak me out All I think about is jumping off, do it and die Freaking out waiting for the Raid like Louie The Fly Huh! More of this shit, day getting worse By night talking how sick The Gravediggaz were Now I'm paranoid of the gaping void in the door That the smoke might get out X popped his head out, check the coast is clear Like dudes with no idea That don't want refugee blokes here Picking up the phone, press it, down to reception Late check-out? Nah, you do that at check-in So I either sleep now or drop But the party don't stop till Cambodian Rock It's only when you so low that you know you so high Like being freaked out by two big balloons in the sky Like, "What the fuck?"