[Verse 1: Hons]
We got the music make cynics wanna snarl
But I leave them dumbfounded like when Ricky met Karl
I'm an idiot abroad, Oars and K
Bring the more of the raw to your city when we tour
Something different with the Oars yeah we all grown up
Ain't them kiddies anymore man you know what's fucked
I spent my lunch time sifting through the sifs and the nargs
On Isanyoneup looking for tits or an arse
I can Michael Hutchence the fuck out too
Rope swinging in the loungeroom, sucks how they found you
And we're back with a power move
Get them hands up high: seven-four-seven altitude
Remember when rap here was punchlines and barbecues?
Now they watch how the markets move
Back then we were all unknown
I watched a Culture of Kings all turn to a Game of Thrones

[Verse 2: Sesta]
I'ma sit on my arse and let the armageddon pass
In the dark hear a spark that'll get him calm
In advance shoot the alarm loot it and I'ma
Sell the pharmaceuticals out the boot of my car
I said piece of piss mang never leave a dick stain
Nobody believe what the bitch saying
Get an alibi and goodbye if you doing it smart
Or get her schizophrenic friend and try and do a ménage
Less rapper, more gaffer
Think laterally release beats that's fatter
The fapper is furious you stay curious
Straight fuckin' face and smoke the bud dubious
Darn pagan pray to Carl Sagan
Doesn't even matter which way they stay facing
They lust facing hate to listen
And land in calm weather I stay in the brace position