[Chorus: REMI]
We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are
We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are

[Verse 1: REMI]
I just woke up somewhere on the North side
On a couch I don't recognise, man, I really wish I had foresight
I had so many glasses last night, I've still got four eyes
And it's like the fourth time in half a fortnight
I really need to sort my shit out
Thoughts I'm suppressing of hurt are suppressing my work
Yep, depression's the worst
Need to focus on what's at stake, should be fearful
If I don't nail this music shit then my career's through
I'm back selling jeans, parents giving me earfuls
"Get a real job like all of your peers do
They're probably watching you fail through the rear-view
Of their B-M-Dub, wearing a cashmere suit
We know you don't really give a fuck what other kids do
But you're a man now and those other kids grew, you didn't"
(Thanks, Mum) Finish my monologue
Go downstairs, hit the loo for after grog and bog
Raid the fridge, Rekorderlig is my hair of the dog
Then hit the streets, see my brother Tom Scott
And it's all love

[Chorus: REMI]
We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are
We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are

[Verse 2: Tom Scott]
I bought this shit, knowing damn well I can't afford the shit
Snorted all of it and ordered more of it
I'm poor as shit now, I'm talking shit now
How I'm gonna sort this shit out
One of these days, like I'm on some Mormon shit
But when you always on tour and shit
All that shit doesn't really stick, you can always get more of it
Before you even thought of it, somebody's sorted it out now
And pouring it out and it's pure as shit
Shit was lit 'til the sun hit the morning with the light
Like a vampire and now I'm falling with the moon
Feeling like a huge, living piece of walking shit
I even blew the twenty that I was using to snort the shit
What's the point? What's it for? What's it all about?
Is there nothing more to this life but a walk to the grave?
Another day, nothing changed
But the store selling coffee on my street
Where the pub was before
I was walking past there, heading for the court to
Chuck a ball in the hoop, just for the sport
Stuck up in the skin I wore from the night before
Pawned all of my endorphins for pure euphoria
And reality just kicked in
Feeling like the piece of shit that I just slipped in
But just in time heard somebody, called, "Bruv!"
Looked up, what the fuck? Sure enough, it's all love

[Chorus: REMI]
We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are
We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are