Sunday Gentlemen Tour

Lyrics

[Intro: Jimmy Nice] Yo, hey Hello, ladies and gentlemen Ladies and Sunday gentlemen Quick question, hey yo [Verse 1: Jimmy Nice] Y'all miss me? Y'all miss me? Well I miss y'all, and it sounds so contradictory You're out there and I'm in here making history But I declare six weeks we'll see you again And in order to make amends for the distance I brought some friends I know you patiently waiting, we know it's been a while So we partnered up with that Jackie O but know we don't fuck with Kyle Ain't no need to take [?] Sunday Gentlemen here [?] February twenty-second get that pleasure in your ear Tell 'em where we go from here [Verse 2: Nick Lupi] Yeah, over there, smoke trails in the open air All the spots that I said I'd be back when I get a moment spare Well that moment here, Sunday G's hit the road with that One Day team Brisbane to Bunbury, big pimpin' like Bun B Can't fuck with me, fuck with me, criss-crossing that country Squashed into that tour van, man, ain't no life of luxury Ain't no lap dance come for free and I spent all of my money Fresh out of dignity but I make that back comfortably, Kai [Verse 3: Kai] Hello, I've never done something like this before Across the map with my clique before, six week goodbye to my chick before But I'm thrilled to come chill with you and all of your friends And I got so much to tell you, shit, I don't know where I should begin And so we hoppin' on planes, rockin' on stage if they ever let me through customs Just to see you all there, put your hands in the air, and oh my god I love it There ain't no feelin' like it, right now we're talkin' priceless But one more thing before I'm gone, Dixie [Verse 4: Joyride] Fitzroy arvos, Inner West evenings Northbridge mornings, broads askin' when we leavin' Wakin' up in the rentals like an R.E.M. song Everybody hurts but everybody gets along And there's a big scene missin' from the club to the plane I don't ask her where she's from and she don't ask me the same I don't remember much beyond runnin' a little game And walkin' 'round the club drunk and yellin' out my real name Like "I'm Rowan Dix, bitch, suck my dick" I'm gettin' older, man, I just turned 26 Respect to them older girls, you know them backpack chicks Showin' more than just their age on them Snapchat flicks Yeah, that's that shit, we keep 'em mad hot Shouts to Tullamarine, shout-out to mascot We hit the bakery, I'm callin' it the [?] spot ​iPhone dyin', turn everythin' but the maps off, what [Outro: Nick Lupi] Ah yeah The Sunday Gentlemen Tour, Spit Syndicate Joyride, Jackie Onassis That One Day clique We're comin' to a town near you We'll see you soon Peace