[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Illy, al
Yeah
[Verse 1]
It goes 'round full circle, yeah, there’s diamonds in the rough
We got a motherfuckin' earthful, patience is a virtue
But time's of the essence as attention spans get shorter
It's hard to drink, must be something in that water
A nationwide celebration of creative sides
So, ain't no surprise if you make the time
Man, it's amazing what you may just find, uh
Whatever flavour you like
Take your pick, bars, guitars, serato from far and wide
The artists from our own backyard
Carry on tradition looking up at the stars, saying
"One day we’re gonna be where they are," and
[Chorus]
You wait till tomorrow
(Yeah, yeah)
You wait till tomorrow
[Verse 2]
That well-worn routine shows
You reap what you sow, those seeds gonna grow
Get dope, get unearthed and leave home for the road
And as what the seasons change, ebb and flow
New crops, fall in love with the people in the front row
Right? Now I know something 'bout that
I was a fresh-faced seventeen, snuck in the back
I couldn’t buy you a round, but I could jump with the pack
What a great night, thank Pressure and Suffa for that
Under the surface, a scene bubbled and hissed
Too many kings to name, countless others to list
Like that, doors broke and the flood, it commenced
And now our hip hop's all up in this bitch
I watched a fresh style be bedded in the psyche
Of the general mass by gentlemen just like me
Every unlikely leader was getting live (If it's your flavour)
If it's your flavour, celebrate it beside me, 'cause
My happiness is slowly creeping back
(Why's that?) Just gotta listen to the song, bro
I found it off my head with my friends in the front row
[Chorus]
And I looked around, the faces I’d know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
Yeah, and I looked around, the faces I’d know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
(And in the nosebleed section)
[Verse 3]
Yeah, now don’t get it twisted, the gigs didn’t teeth it
It's been here for years, shhh, that’s our little secret
Now, it might not have gave birth to a genre
But it found its feet in between rehearsals and encores
Soon enough, tour's done for
And then it's back to the lab again, the pen and pad again
For soul and glory, word to Paul
We love those great tellers of Australian stories, right
[Verse 4]
And he said since I left you
I know, not somebody that I used to
Leave lonely, she said better be home soon
Or something’s gotta give
Man, it's the tale of the travelling musician
And she knew, but still struggled with the distance
And he wished a big jet plane could take her with him
'Cause it's always better when she's near
[Chorus]
He was shaking in his seat, riding through the street
Off a Virgin flight, to her
Shaking in his seat, riding through the streets
Of St Kilda, straight to her door
To her door
To her door
Straight to her door
[Verse 5]
Yeah, and so it goes full circle, as those stories from yesteryear
Give way and the next appear
No less revered, nah, they’re treasured as legend here
But new diamonds in the rough make their presence clear
And all they want in this life is the chance to do their thing
Their thing, but who got next can wait, I got now, I say
[Chorus]
I want the top, top, top, top, top, top
My people in the back of the spot
I want the top, top, top, top, top, top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I want the top, the top, the top, top, top, top
My people in the back of the spot, make some noise
[Verse 6]
Yeah, I'm bringing that knife through butter flow out
Got summer sewn round my pinkie
One, two, don't suffer no clowns
Didn’t know then, they about to know now
We run this bitch like the buses broke down, huh
Now that’s one for the kids
Two for the stories, three for the gigs
Four for the right now and it don’t stop
And then Cinematic dropped, bets off
I said I want the top
[Chorus]
I want the top, top, top, top, top, top
My people in the back of the spot
I want the top, top, top, top, top
If you know me, you don’t know me to stop
I want the top, the top, the top, top, top
My people in the back of the spot, let off a shot
