I'll be in the corner straight sipping on heart,

leave me on the curb bitch, leave me in the dark.

Pink skies multiply got me thinking 'bout the past,

everything has changed when I look from afar.

All I care about is art (what?)

Cold.

Tryna' make it work even though I'm getting old.

Whisky is the barrel primed ready to be sold.

I'm the poison on the arrow you're the quiver, we're a mould.

Dripping in gold.

Yeah, you know I woke up like this.

You know the blaze boys back on the rhythm.

Path to the peak standing up on a prism.

Now I see them from the top its not possible to hit 'em.

You know I still did 'em.

Tell me straight get bent, relay.

35 plus on the board all day.

Okay okay no time to waste,

give it away, give it away, give it away.

From the lights

And the noise.

All the pressure

From the boys.

It's building up

Eventually

We'll create

Gravity

Are you picking up the words I say?

Pump it.