Number 45
Quelle: Spotify
[Verse 1]
I wanna go back like ageing rock stars
Reverse it all like we chase these cop cars
Whole damn street was an underage entourage
They loved pop charts, I listened to Poppa Large
They would bombard in our a rock hard stomping yard
Nothing in the way of the Malabar promenade
Give each other shit, boy I would cop it hard
Somewhere the seriousness and innocence crossed paths
I got stuck starin at the lost stars
Mind adrift thinkin that it's not far
And it's not, and wasn't at all
I was in such a rush for my first pub-crawl, come on
[Hook]
What? My number 45 stays with me through all walks of life
Home in time to watch the morning rise
Once the innocence died, it was fallin skies
We keep fallin but we rise
Keep fallin but we rise, but we rise
Yep, until the day I die
Stays with me through all walks of life, 45
{*Scratches by DJ Bonez*}
"Forty-five" [-- Muph
"The music playing in my life" [-- Hau
[Verse 2]
First time in the sack, first line of rack
Never satisfied like my first final track
Mormons at the door, sure to bible bash
Checkin for your title track, I'm on it, bring the vinyl back
Bumpin "Wrong Side of the Track" by Artifacts
Happy pants and a brand new starter cap
Still can't figure out who the fuck started that
Caught a tooth through the lip, I had a shit stack-hat
Eltham was my Manhattan, still part of this man's passion
Give a middle finger to the bandwagon
Plan of action, never meant to do the land damage
Burnt down a damn paddock, picked up bad habits
It goes dropkick to torpedo
From top shit to a very small ego
Keep these hands off my damn Doritos
The learning curve, where the hell did she go?
[Hook]
What? My number 45 stays with me through all walks of life
Home in time to watch the morning rise
Once the innocence died, it was fallin skies
We keep fallin but we rise
Keep fallin but we rise, keep fallin but we rise
Yep, until the day I die
Stays with me through all walks of life, 45
{*Scratches*}
[Verse 3]
I fell in love every fifteen minutes
Guess this was the start of my heart's big business
But they were neither stains or scars, just blisters
Paid me attention so I showed them some interest
Used to dig ditches, put dog shit in it
Hopin that my mate would slip in it, a bit twisted
But that was simplistic fun
And in comes the paranoia and the fear all at once
But income got bigger, wealth of knowledge hits ya
Like the effects of liquor on ya liver
In the mirror is a bigger picture
Now I reflect when I'm sittin down
Sinkin in the couch, thinkin out loud about how
Much I love where I'm from
And these fuckers can't tell me that that feeling is wrong
It's strong as hell, wrote the songs that tell
That at night when I get to bed, in my head is rock the bells
{*Scratches*}
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