See we going.. back to the basics, think I need a facelift, plus I heard these pretty girls like them scars Think you got it all figured out about em, all trigger happy round em, guess who ain't come up this far, thinking bout them old days, Vegas through those rose shades, weigh it check it's OK, blaze it, til you old gray, remember when we started up, double barrell, firearms, boilermakers each and all day, And now the holidays are over. Lock away the bottles, homie. hit those clearskins in time, For now we got so much to finish, note down the minutes, need that secretary swag to the nines, today we go Back (back) to business, back (back) to business, This snap pack we licking, and stack back the liquor, We getting back... to business (yep!) laces, laces, kick pump laces, wrist watch wearing, fashion shop fixated, me and her, been on that passion pop for days, converse so amazing, she's a shoe in for dating, used to hate the work thing, see them knuckles drag, homie, now I got these credits, bro, this game never lags on me. Thunder only happens when it rains, and when it rains it pours, can't de-cider on, beer, wine, or liquer, so we pick em all, homie. hate my brain, man it lords, all my credit cards, and when it reigns I'm poor. so before we go back back to business, we stack up the kitchen, we lock up the children, we back on a mission, carafes and some pitchers, this snap pack we licking, we stack pack the liquor, for just one more day, one more day, then I swear, I'm changing all my ways, Even though... There's holidays approaching, Lock away the bottles, homie. hit those clearskins in time, For now we got so much to finish, note down the minutes, need that secretary swag to the nines, today we go Back (back) to business, back (back) to business, This snap pack we licking, we stack back the liquor, We getting back... to business (yep!)

Tony Sopranos in the penthouse again, where the whiskers? someone let this cat out the bag, and if I could maybe pen out a plan, write a three act, then maybe I could get out at this pad, got no money, like nothing at all, call me a Holden fan cos I can never afford, green tea, ice creams, waffle cones, got a piece so rusty it's about to throw a phone, but I love it, ten trip saver in my pocket, wish I didn't lose my shit over cabcharge dockets, Overdrawn, I'm a bad-ass comic, and chicks lose their shit when I rock it, wanna be on that food like salt n pepper, wanna be on that Brunei sultan paper, wanna see baht like a foxtel playlist, But now I can't even afford Foxtel basics. .... *CHORUS* Friends call me disco Chicks call me disco Poor like I'm disco, (eating cheese on toast) ball like I'm disco, on this on this on this, dance floor like I'm disco, Merry merry happy, yeh I'm still happy rapping, even though I'm still broke. ----------- Am I ever gonna ever make cash money? Are they ever gonna ever take tax from me? Cash flow like an afro tap, bro. well dry. like always flat broke. I got friends with more money than god, man. I got friends who call money a god send, I got friends who calling on me to stop them Shots at the bar! Like - bro, it ain't an option, and I love it. late nights. stage lights. state flights. playfights. chase like all of the hype, all of the hype, tastes right, taking off like plane rides, never any pay left, one day I'll get paid right. Chicks in the harbour, joking like "your famous". Yeh that's why my bank accounts skinnier than Kate Moss. laugh hard when I told them what my name was, but I'm like, "so cereal, girl" - Tori Amos! ---------------------- yoga for my money, gotta make the dollar stretch, spirits and a three course, blame it on the overheads, waste it on a keyboard, claim it on the soberless, empty spreadsheets, so lonely when I go to bed kill my cash moneys, so wrap it all in plastic put my thoughts in a bottle it, head to Adelaide to cash it, still wanna make the songs, still want the acting Still up front, but I'd kill for some backing, and dudes in my ear, like. telling me to give up. saying "if you just stick to comedy you'll blow up!" Guess I'm not for big league, you can call me Stuart Law, there's just too much, Waugh politics to move up. I'ma keep on grill on, I'ma do it all the same, until the loaf runs out. It's all good. Script shows, spit jokes, and still broke, at least i'll still be.

Somebody pass me the Top Cat! brave faces, yeh I'm putting on it, day chasers, yeh I'm getting on it, and all my friends got houses, man, I just got a wack payslip from accounting. Even though I don't sleep , bro I've been sleeping walking for the past four months or more, just staring at the screen saver in a dream state hoping that the thing's gonna hit the corner, Drew the last card, debt rock bottom, Ace of Base, man I need a sign, bro I'm Freddy Flinstone, feet out running through this bed rock-bottom of the feeding pile. blondes with these brown-tips, penthouse loungeroooms, burnt out redheads feeding the fire, bro I'm just striking keys... like... (rat-a-tat), like... (rat-a-tat), Yo I'm so in denial. [BRIDGE I] I need change, (change), need something different counting out pay, like nobody's business. counting down days, like already did it, man (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) Itching them toes, on that sick flow like a king, so I make tracks from the kids home for them gigs so, leave Indro, Indro in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 [CHORUS] Maybe I'd be happy then, Maybe I'd be content, Maybe I'd tell my friends on again (on again), Maybe I'd drink until the morning and we all forget 99... was me. [VERSE II] Dad's leaving voicemails, come on man! You know I don't check that shit. And he's talking about teritiary. "Where the UQ kids at?" Dude I got sticks on a goonsack, listening to boom-bap krunk "yeh you might succeed..." but nothing makes you doubt these dreams, like sitting in a call centre, next to an actress that you know from TV. [BRIDGE II] I need change, like, need something different counting out pay, like nobody's business. counting down days, like already did it, man (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) Yeh I'm hopeless I know, hit roads for that big smoke, now all my spins so full of thick smoke, need Indro in, Indro in, (5, 4, 3, 2, 3, 2, 1) then - [CHORUS] Maybe I'd be happy then, Maybe I'd be content, Maybe I'd tell my friends on again, on again, on Maybe I'd drink until the morning and we all forget 99... was me. [VERSE III] but the crazy thing is, that even though I know that my chances of getting those spins like shady are slim, But even if it did happen, and them votes got counted, I play for the win. I'd be in bed, so blury, happiness would fade, cos I'd just be wondering... why the fuck I wasn't 98?! [BRIDGE III] I need change, need something different counting out pay, nobody's business. counting down days, already did it, man (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) Yeh I'm hopeless I know, got daydreams of all that, Ticketek shows, and girls I know, need Disco in, Disco in, (5, 4, 3, 2, 3, 2, 1) then - [CHORUS] Maybe I'd be happy then, Maybe I'd be content, Maybe I'd tell my friends on again, on again, on Maybe I'd drink until the morning and we all forget 99... was me.

Autumn on the playlist, All tomorrow wasted, Man, I think I wet the bed, that's an awkward conversation, figment of myself, an award on the table, man, I drink to good health, and then some more for libation. because nothing really matters, but everything's important, I'm supposed to be discovered but, I don't even know where we are... And sure this game's probably changing but these are highs and lows, it's the plateus I'm afraid of. And I'm running up, and I'm on a weapon, And I'm working hard, and I get these questions, "Why you handing out your own cards?" Well, I guess it's having trouble staying sober, yeh we festive, and I made a bunch of shows no-one wanted, and there's still envelopes stacked at home that's a sign of the times, Keep it on the DL, keep it on the DL, yeh homie, that's my soul on a DL. So yeh, I'm just a newcomer, I guess you could say that. And yeh, it took me 8 years, and I bet you would hate that. Cirled the festivals, Boxed them up, Trifecta revenue, on all that, all that medical So call me Anna Pacquin cos I'm acting like a Rogue, and my girl's Macaulay Culkin cos she's always home alone, I'm her Thomas Jefferson, stung by her behind man it kills me just to know that she could run anytime. And I'm running up, I'm on a weapon, I'm working hard, still getting questions, "Why you handing out your own cards?" Well, I guess it's having trouble staying sober, yeh we festive, man, I made a bunch of shows no-one wanted, and there's still envelopes stacked at home as a sign of the times, Keep it on a DL, keep it on a DL, yeh homie, that's my soul on a DL. Hear ye, hear ye! Hear the crowd grew to love a man, Whiskey whiskey! Get a tattoo of something, and it's funny how I can see the words in a Twitter stream, and still feel like the whole world wants the head of me. (And everything that you want) You can always have it if you want it. (and I want it... on the rocks)

I wanna get you so prego, ASAP, laid back, get you so dated like 8-tracks, I'm just a sucker for a girl who can play that, "Dance like she don't give a fuck" kinda game, chat, like she know messenger kinda babe that's cool, kinda funny, kinda no guessing games, has Goldeneyes, yeh we bond over all of that. and you so McFly like you stole back the almanac so if you gonna like me girl, tell me to my face. And if you like me girl, tell me to my face, not in handwritten letters, dancing forever, random endeavours, Ma'am, we could get romantic as ever But I bet you got a boyfriend, big trouble, Yeh he be taking shots like the real hubble. Disco, I'm taking off, like I skipped summer. bistro, you want scotch? Better pick a number. I be getting beef, like cattle, bro. and a pho, can't keep his lips sealed like a camel toe haters wanna hate me cos they gamen though, even though I was still spitting sick flows, with no antedote, back when it was only shrapnel for a can of coke, back when we were eating grilled cheese, and the toast, so if you don't like it, son - tell me to my face. and if you don't like me, son - tell me to my face. not in handwritten letters, fan twitter mentions, rants on the internet, cos you get romantic never. Sucks to be you, that your girl gonna rush to be with me, she played you like a 303, son. up and down, girl I can't quite figure it out, you on and off like the IT crowd We close, better put your hands on me, This a dangerous game like Jumanji!

Props to the chef, and have another shot for me, yeh I'm on this gimmick like a prop comic, Sitting on high spirits with this top model, man, she went and made the last round, but we not judging... Boilemakers, hold the Fort for the Bris-vegas empire, and haters holding on their balls like the emperor, and they can't address it man, they try to make a men's for it, but them threads won't get them anywhere.... Get it cut. and the ex that wasnt happy with your style now be trying to straighten out all those creases yo, that's "irony". see I'm eating if my girl wanna buy me drinks, and I'm eating if my girl got the thighs that meet, hottest bird on my shoulder yo, you "piracy", and you burn it up like "can I get a lighter please?", damn, how you sweat it, have that perspective, young and the reckless, hands down the best thing that ever happened to me, [VERSE II] Bet they're checking all the photos on our facebook, making sure that they don't click a button that could trace em, Let them have it, and play while we take two... have a beer and some scotch, that's the main crew 'falls for the dynasty that know how to gain true, trust in the people that were there when you came through, chase like a leopard, pay off collected, stay here forever, hands down the best thing to be waking up next to.. [BRIDGE] whispering in the back of the place, in the dark, well, I guess it's called a night, and we don't even finish our drinks, let that ice break, home 'fore that first light. we on that next one, 4068, we on that Jones, like, so 'bout to detonate, so literal, dance like rap lyrics, (put ya) back in this, and back to back business, good cos we about to get physical... But I don't want another one... (then you whisper in my ear) That you're the best thing that ever happened to me...

You could be all the best things that I never had. You and me on the same team, would it be so bad? It's all I wanna do. Too soon (the pressures of) getting over you. (played the game) Too bruised (there's rules) What am I supposed to do that? And I played it right from the start but I'm hoping that you, Semi-jaded standing up against the wall. I guess none of these lessons really paid off at all, Cos I'm still young, and you're still younger then, and I'm still learning, and I guess it isn't working. (do you...) Still think I'm the only one? You could be all the best things that I never had. You and me on the same team, would it be so bad? It's all I wanna do. I'm on you everywhere, I'm too affectionate, I'm writing 'rookie-of-the-year' text messages, I'm "pedestools, pedestools", second-guesses that I made right from the start, but I'm hoping that... You, Still wanna touch me like I really wanna touch you. Still wanna play all these games, shy away from the truth. And change your mind. Then change your mind again. And say "I love you", then "goodbye", and then... still think I'm the only one.

Legends of that big top, still run, still hot, watching all the kids check the view from the hilltop Chicks on their meds, so sick need to pill pop, sunshine state, still shine like Helfcott, Ill communication, do not know what eye contact means, can you show me sign language please? I'm an animal, circus, whiplash, jumping through hoops just to get to the big act, and these cool chicks - playful, rich boys - wasteful, show the girls some fucken respect? - state school. dudes coming second best, sorry that you sabretooth. phone calls from the ex, no i'm not available, ------------------------- Today we going by, Plane, train, boat - hovercraft. big top, bright stars, I know where we are. I'm getting there, either way I'm getting there. man, If we can make it this far then I don't care if there's rain, hail, moats, stingrays, sunshine, typhoid, cyclones - killer sharks, I'm getting there - either way I'm getting there, Boilermakers ripping this up, (we keep on ripping it) ------------------------- boilermakers on that black jack - kettle chips, ordertakers hating bad, like 'heretics', she's in the mix, and I'm getting big, and she's too hot, together we're like Wilson Philips. wanna see the same things but we say it different heads down, thumbs up, but we play it different. slo motion and stutter vision and singing like, (dah-dah-dah-da-daaaah) Now we on those 90's hits, searching YouTube for these tunes man, they too old school, you can find em on the Refedex, lie down, lie down, like have a becks. mo money mo problems - shit, I got none of them! ------------------------- Today we going by, Plane, train, boat - hovercraft. big top, bright stars, I know where we are. I'm getting there, either way I'm getting there. man, If we can make it this far then I don't care if there's rain, hail, moats, stingrays, sunshine, typhoid, cyclones - killer sharks! I'm getting there - either way I'm getting there, Boilermakers ripping this up, (we keep on ripping it) -------------------------- Eyes closed, eyes closed, blind folds, Blue lights, ice tea, nice clothes whiskey, big shots, night shows, like "Boilermakers on them boilermakers", Let's go! baggage check, let's do it proper, I'm over head, "Get to the chopper!" I'm looking at it through a round window, on that crowd winner, all you dudes have already found him on a.. ------------------------- Plane, train, boat - hovercraft. big top, bright stars, I know where we are. I'm getting there, either way I'm getting there. man, If we can make it this far then I don't care if there's rain, hail, moats, stingrays, sunshine, typhoid, cyclones - killer sharks, I'm getting there - either way I'm getting there, Boilermakers ripping this up, (we keep on ripping it) --------------------------

First you want it, Then you get it, Then you want more. Everything. I want everything. ----------------------- Zero drive-by's, Six different locations, school hard knocks, "yeh bitch, we graduated!" We're so middle class, we're so medium. We're so bored, we're so Baldwin, William. Everyone on the gas, comedians, I got dentist swag, brah, I'll fill you in. Girls at the bar, But they bring boyfriends, And I got a girlfriend, So we really just talking. "Dancing on stage, Dancing on stage" Bro I'm the baddest culprit. And all these sharks can't tell a king from a joker. split half, fractions munting, My maths is so disgusting, fill glasses, glance at something. dancing on stage, dancing on stage. We're so malcolm in the middle, they don't know our names. Hands up if you're down, "dancing on stage, dancing on stage" Gamen days, gamen days, bro we so gamen hey? The only thing that we lack is perspective and the change. --------------------- First you want it, Then you get it, Then you want more. Everything. I want everything. ----------------------- And they dancing front and centre, feel each others presence, wrap that. Hear the beat from the floor we clap, Hear their feet on the floor and we tap, and the sweetest calls that they all wanna see some skin like they cutting grass, Still In them line-ups, brah? Guess we've been buffering hard. We on Toyota rims, that's so suburban trashy! Spare key in the bag of a milli, Thirteen in the back of a maxi. You wanna make them happy? Get that spot and destroy it. Guess we dodging them bullets, I guess we dodging some bullets! --------------------- First you want it, Then you get it, Then you want more. Everything. I want everything. ----------------------- But I learnt nothing ever. I learnt nothing at all! Never learn, I never learn. End of term. All I ever really wanted was some contact. Empty bags and bottles on the port-rack "We really dodging bullets", dude, tell your boss that, send you under those trees, like a lost hat. Hide behind smokescreens, Hide behind your contracts, 'Cos all I ever really wanted was some contact. --------------------- First you want it, Then you get it, Then you want more. Everything. I want everything. -----------------------

See that booze had me burning all them bridges in London Brooklyn? Thank them hundreds. Harbour bridge? that's daily now, . Storey bridge? that's vegas, man! Drinking with girls who think those stars can get you famous, man. I learnt that hanging out in parks for recreation, man. Slow start, But I run so hard. No recharge like a go card, "Toke and pass" - woops - faux pas, So, so nuts, I'm bolt fast! I was too untrustable, and so so loose like broken shoe strings. No doubt. Don't speak. All those vices always spoken to him. And I make mistakes, but I blame no-one but my taste for the potion, Tried to blaze a trail, Lit off the breath from fumes of a wick and mo' rum. And now these journo's asking this kid what gone took him so long? Well, it's better late than never, fucking dead, am I right? or so wrong? (And we keep running, sipping 'syzurp' in the pool and spas by the...) RESET! (If you really wanna change it, then change it) (Just change the channel) Push the button, son! (Cos anyway I do it, I'm a star) (Cos everything's the same) (If you really wanna change it, then change it) (Just change the channel) Push the button, son! Cos anyway I do it, I'm on fire. Self-made like 'automate', Back on stage, and it's all OK... Three scenes then rap, rap. Yelling out "brap, brap!" Now you know why... Round one then, I hurt em. Man, I'm so Berisha on verses, One player plays and it's over - Flawless haters want that mercy on them! Tables turn, Anyone cheque that? Say they want more, See them all step back? Even on stage, Hear them all clap clap, Hear it all day - Cereal Pop. Won't stop til I burst the banks, I got Brisbane flow, like, I'm so '11, Disco, Dinnertime and 4-point-1 And still we keep on running, man! So here I am, making noises, Mountain tops - all the boys, Mozeltoff! Man, those non-believers were the loudest voices here, And now they're gone, No taking shortcuts Rejection letters, yeh they paved the way for us, play the playlist, turn the gain up, Raise your glasses high!

Hot as hell eye contact. While she got her hands on my belt Peat smoke on the tip of her tongue, Killer banter, man, she so dexterous, I'm so reckless, man, I'm down for these shots like I'm Loch Ness, And these haters can kiss my ass, If they don't know how to do "tongue-in-cheek" properly, Hear the crowd asking for more? Send punchlines home like the last call, Then get loco at the last port With a Czech mate by the side of a castle, Yeh I hurt hard from the last fall, Thank the king and his men and the task force, For putting me together again, Disco, fish roe, I'm a dark horse! Do we get large on the "syzurp", Tiny mushroom - yeh - I'm a "champignon". Bro, she cut a rug like scissors, Make knees weak, and hope that she wanna be mine, Want her, 24/7, at home, Dude, I'm just a slave to the music, But maybe it's because I got these Ghanaian back bones? And I Write what I see, Disco, "sic" notes. sharp-E? Nah, that's writer's hip hop. I do journalism wrapping like a chip shop. And I want this daily. Don't be calling for the white flag, We push it back, forever. Don't be acting gamen. You know that I'm never, I'm never, ever gonna... (Surrender!)