Letras
It's too late, yeah
You know the style
D-rapht on the mic, yeah kicking it wild
Like what? Like, like, like what?
Check, huh
I got a feeling now, like I've suddenly been touched by healing power
Now I know who I wanna know
Know this fear and loathing is part of the show biz
Won't miss a train, remain nameless
Paint stained hands and Air Max trainers
AM campaign to painers, knowing what pain is
Ain't down to entertain lamers
I'm here with the cavalier manner
We manifest the best is standing under our banner
Eric Bana, Goanna, Australian blooded
From the motherland of the fucking Leyland Brothers
My sins are washing away this year
But like Jason, addicted to the taste of fear
My translation's like watching a Mason hair shape
You only get it if you're down with our fan base
A sad day in the scene we're in
My plan A was just to be down with the team I'm in
But made mates, made many mistakes
Made to play for pennies and slavery rates, but that's life
All the nights I didn't sleep because of this
Felt ripped off, my friends stole the love of this
Away from me, but I had to let it go
'Cause I now understand and I know that it's gonna be
A good year, you gotta hear me now
Hear me loud and clear, tear the ceiling down
A good year, yeah, where we're at
All eyes on the grim and we staring back
A good year, you gotta hear me now
Hear me loud and clear, tear the ceiling down
A good year, yeah, where we're at
All eyes on the grim and we staring back
A good year
Hey Trials, you know bro
Yup, now my eyes wide open
Openly deep as the Indian Ocean
Openly free as an Indian smoking a potent
Opium potion, the motion has changed this life
I wrote this with a knife
Engraved the paper and prayed to the sky
I was angry, at the world, at a girl
No language could understand how I felt
It was anguish times by a thousand
Wanted to vanquish the problem
But couldn't find the power in me
Wasn't enough hours in the
Day to follow Indy's crusade and raid the lost ark
Growing up swinging like Costa
My mum thought she created a monster
Contain Paul was like a monsoon rainfall
Live a colourful life like I sprayed by paintball
A chainsaw tongue, cut you down
Lose my temper soon as I felt fucked around
And that was daily, but I had to let it go
'Cause I now understand and I know that it's gonna be
A good year, you gotta hear me now
Hear me loud and clear, tear the ceiling down
A good year, yeah, where we're at
All eyes on the grim and we staring back
A good year, you gotta hear me now
Hear me loud and clear, tear the ceiling down
A good year, yeah, where we're at
All eyes on the grim and we staring back
A good year
A good year
A good year
A good year
A good year