Life Is... (Interlude)

From the pacific isle of Samoa via Middlemore,
and still as raw as the day a little boy was delivered dawn,
delivering non-fiction, all real, no silicon,
but sitting on a gold mine the way i've been killing songs
underdog but ain't tryin play this position long
the top cats is looking weak i look gorilla strong
ain't kidding dog king kong ain't got shit on me
worth the currency i'm flyin' but ain't got weed on me
you can catch me on a long hall riding Air New Zealand or Quantas
me and Che hit the states with no sponsors
and accomplished more than most these f*ck head labels did
even though they had untold grimes to pay for shit
pushing trash indie bands whose resume is paper thin,
the place once . they never by once they play again
... i put money on the . i don't' have
and say f*ck it if i fail . so bad bee in . i'd rather rick and be a jerk
and things is really living life when me and you . home
i'm tryin see the world they're just tryin to meet some girls
and get in the club for free for .splurch.on my dick when i reemerge
.they just . b*tch say it with
you think music sucks, now there .majority
in a . they probably .and we don't even have those .
people .taking down so i'll blow up .
but great stories don't know if get told . i just hope song.
ironic 'cause for that i need a .an icon.
.burn the f*cking cd .on your eye for play it in the car
there's some shit that you can vibe on
.it's been a while .keep the lights on



Credits
Writer(s): David Keith Dallas, Aaron Iose Iusitini, Jordan Matthew Iusitini
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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