[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?"
