制作
出演艺人
Hilltop Hoods
表演者
Matthew Lambert
说唱
Barry Francis
唱片机
Daniel Smith
说唱
John Bartlett
合成器
作曲和作词
Matthew Lambert
作曲
Barry Francis
作曲
Daniel Smith
作曲
Daniel Rankine
作曲
制作和工程
Trials
制作人
Plutonic Lab
混音工程师
Neville Clark
母带工程师
歌词
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I know who I am and where I stand
I am just a grain of sand getting washed from God's hand
I am nothing but a lamb at the great expanse
[Verse 2]
An ape staring into space, so damn insignificant
Primal on the vinyl I'm cro-magnificent
Title after title 'cause I'm programmed different
Dictate a flow that toe tags dissidents
No, my man, we don't go ham, listen in
We could Jon Hamm with the double M, triple threat
Nice state, isn't it? (No) Workaholics over logic and
Work the program like an alcoholic, man
Anybody, fuckin' with P, I'll beat ya lights out
Beatin' Larry Holmes outta lovely, Suffa MC
Tell me now, who would wanna suffer
When the notes on ya chin like Ponda Baba, nuh uh
[Verse 3]
Listen, I don't want to fall through the cracks
Like some cigarette ash from Scott Storch's keyboard
So let me bring it back to these cracks where we snack on these hats
That's what you all know me for, OOFT (OOFT)
[Verse 4]
You'll get bodied in the (Booth)
I'm not worried 'bout a thing that you might say
It goes (OOFT)
God or money with the (Truth)
La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day
[Verse 5]
It's just the way of man, staring up into the great expanse
We've been making plans, howling at the moon until the day advance
Takin' out the trash, get 'em put ya place
I keep one foot upon your throat, the other foot in the grave
So kill my vibe, steal a ride, can't be strippin' the essence
I've hit my stride, signified 'bout the vicious intentions
Still they try to vilify and kill the progression
Like a stripper inside a gift, I'm tryna live in the present (OOFT)
We fight the madness we know
So sad you battle in my shadow when I'll survive the battles of both
Dagger and cloak, bro I hope you die from gagging on smoke
That's why I'm pissin' on the fire, you've been fannin' for hope
[Verse 6]
Sometimes I stop and wonder we're conjurin'
Something what was others
They ain't gonna love you just to love you like Donna Summers
We're conquerors brother, just drop the gun and
Don't be so reckless, put down your arms like Ponda Baba (OOFT)
[Verse 7]
You'll get bodied in the (Booth)
I'm not worried 'bout a thing that you might say
It goes (OOFT)
God or money with the (Truth)
La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day
[Verse 8]
(OOFT) You'll get bodied in the (Booth)
I'm not worried 'bout a thing that you might say
It goes (OOFT)
God or money with the (Truth)
La-di-da-da-di-di-da-di-day
[Verse 9]
Man, drop it
OOFT, OOFT, OOFT, OOFT
OOFT, OOFT, OOFT, OOFT
[Verse 10]
This is the beginning
(Allow me to show you something) OOFT
Now we burned every track (OOFT)
(Watch out)
(Work on a different idea) OOFT
Drop that (OOFT), drop it
(Allow me to show you something) OOFT
(Watch out)
(Alright)
Written by: Barry Francis, Daniel Rankine, Daniel Smith, Matthew Lambert, SMITH DANIEL HOWE

