クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Playlunch
Performer
LIAM BELL
Vocals
Dylan Knur
Background Vocals
Tom Bunnett
Saxophone
Bailey Judd
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
LIAM BELL
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LIAM BELL
Producer
Sean Kenihan
Producer
Dylan Knur
Engineer
Malcolm Besley
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
So picture this
It's summertime and there's a house party at your mate's
You're running a little slow, you're worried about being a little late
You head to the bottle shop
And you get yourself something nice as you arrive
And you find us, this is Playlunch
We hit it up, we rolling into your kitchen
I got a slab of Cruisey-Woozies
And this pineapple's bitching
I'm itching for a shot, watcha got? CC and dry?
Me and your mum were getting fucked up on that shit just last night (damn right)
And just like that we arrive
I'm diving headfirst in your blow-up pool
Pour that Prosecco, let go, give in to the groove
(It's 2022 honey), time to get on the move
Would you drink it comin' out of a tap? (Yes sir!)
Would you drink it with a bottle cap? (Yes sir, yes!)
Would you drink it if it was sticking to the side of a fold-out table?
Passion pop till the party stop
No Hat No Play
We only drop when the bottle shop close
Out back of your share house
Now where's the speaker at?
Al Green, Le Freak, stay Chic, Take That!
We're running a muck until the muck runs back
The party's gone? Well I got the track
2007, Kevin Rudd is the name
We're playing handball outside till the police came
Would you drink it if it spilled on the floor? (Yes sir!)
Would you drink it out the kitchen drawer? (Yes sir yes!)
Would you sip it up, spit it out and come back for more, more, more?
Passion pop 'til the party stop
No Hat No Play
We only drop when the bottle shop close
Out back of your share house
Grab your things, move to the front
Grab your water bottle, move to the front
Grab your books, move to the front
Without the carry on, thank you
Thank you very much, move to the front
Away from Michelle, aw-away from Michelle
Grab your books, move to the front
It's your lunch time guys
Doctor help me, I can't stop writing bangers
I tried to quit this shit but I can't
Leave all the crowds are hanging
You gotta give me a fat prescription
For my top-hit-affliction
When your landlord hears our set
He's gonna give you an eviction
No Hat (no hat) No Play (no play)
Home-time gonna come early today
No Hat (No Hat) No Play (No Play)
Home-time, home-time, home-time
Passion pop till the party stop
No Hat No Play
We only drop when the bottle shop close
Out back of your share house
Passion pop till the party stop
No Hat No Play
We only drop when the bottle shop close
Out back of your share house
Written by: LIAM BELL
