Oh Lord

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Nick Lupi, 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 (Stupid) 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 [Verse 2: Jimmy Nice] Ayy 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 (Woo) Sydney's ours, where to next? Wait till next release Man, I bet they love me less, let me catch my breath, ah, here we are Jammy in the hippie flask, hippie mentality Just to match your raps, it's like getting out of hammock hammered [Chorus: Nick Lupi] It's been getting hard, it's been getting tougher Not feeling like the illest, the illest motherfuckers 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 kinda makes me wonder, man, tell these motherfuckers It's that number one, it's that number one And we do it till it's, do it till it's, do it till it's done [Verse 3: Kai] Hahahahaha, uh My dick like indian names: long You need to quit getting the king of the lame's on These day's I'm 'fraid 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 to give I do not have in me Your girl love the boy, send me texts like "ily" I don't read 'em, I'm busy leaning with Dixie [Verse 4: Joyride, Nick Lupi] My crew go hard, pumping bifters in a rental Lungs stay tarred up, it's fucking up the dental wears Popping in the lift, to the telly mini bar In the belly and that One Day card gon' cover them incidentals, hey I watch me asking what their life worth (Niente) They dodge the question like an iceberg (Titanic) And I know it sound cold ([?]) But my side project's shitting on your life's work (The Meeting Tree) [Verse 5: Solo, Joyride] 808s knocking, lame men stay jocking They so so, we mafia-so, we stay mobbin' Ain't cricket when you kick it with the One Day squadron We on the case like Jimmy getting the case popping (Jimmy, get the case popping!) We hopping planes, tell 'em they got away 'Cause when we push the button it's dropping like bombs away We Nescafé, on the grind for that honest pay It's that number one and we on the way [Chorus: Nick Lupi] It's been getting hard, it's been getting tougher Not feeling like the illest, the illest motherfuckers 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 kinda makes me wonder, man, tell these motherfuckers It's that number one, it's that number one And we do it till it's, do it till it's, do it till it's done