DRINKING FROM THE SUN, WALKING UNDER STARS RESTRUNG LYRICS

THE THIRST PT. 6

(M. LAMBERT / D SMITH / B FRANCIS / C LUDIK) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY CAM BLUFF. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY ALEXANDRA BOLLARD (ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS). ADDITIONAL PIANO, GUITAR & VOCAL SAMPLES BY MITCH JAMES. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS BLUFF RYDER STUDIOS AND GRAINGER STUDIOS.

PRESSURE

Don’t know how I got here, don’t know what’s approaching
Don’t know when this started, don’t know where I’m going
If all I know is the path that I tread
Then lifes a road, it goes one foot after the next
So I headed away the day the my third was born
Feeling blessed that I waited and made your first of dawns
It’s like soap opera touring through the snow, fog and morning
And we don’t stop performing till Debris lost an organ
And maybe I’m a dreamer but what happened to us
Going crazy, cabin fever in the back of a bus
Something changed me on that road, when you’re at it for months
Felt like a stranger being home so I had to adjust
Caught some mates at an event and they made an intervention
They say I should slowing down I’m gaining in momentum
Truth and admissions part of pursuing this vision
And fuck cancer, my boy made it through his remission
Celebrated life more than I had in years
We celebrated the support from our fans and peers
Celebrated when our Prime Minister lost his throne
But dirt on someone else’s hands doesn’t wash you’re own
Some are living for the day, I’m haunted by my last
If all before us echoes chorus of the past
Write our story in the sky, something for us that will last
Till we’re drinking from the sun, and walking under stars.

DRINKING FROM THE SUN RESTRUNG

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / A. SCHEFRIN / M. ZAGER) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY SUFFA FOR SUFFERING CITY PRODUCTIONS. CONTAINS ELEMENTS FROM “HOW LONG BEFORE I’M GONE” WRITTEN BY A. SCHEFRIN AND M. ZAGER AND PUBLISHED BY SCHEFRIN-ZAGER PUBLISHING C/O UNICHAPPELL MUSIC, INC (BMI). USED BY PERMISSION. THIS TRACK CONTAINS A SAMPLE OF THE RECORDING “HOW LONG BEFORE I’M GONE” AS PERFORMED BY TEN WHEEL DRIVE. COURTESY OF POLYDOR RECORDS UNDER LICENSE FROM UNIVERSAL MUSIC ENTERPRISES. USED BY PERMISSION. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

VERSE 1: Suffa

I lay down my music ten feet from where I lay down
Immersed in them beats, short breaks turned to breakdowns
‘Cause when you work where you sleep, you don’t sleep
‘Cause you work on them beats till it hurts then you creep
Into bed and wake her from her sleep, and she’s hurt
Cos she worked through the week and hasn’t heard not a word nor a peep
From the jerk that she keeps in her heart
That she forgives when he nurse her to sleep, word it’s deep
But yo when I peel them lids back and emerge from my sleep
I feel so big that I could make a shirt from my sheet
A crown from a church steeple, two jeeps for my sneaks
So people worship this creep as I surf down the street
I’m the surgeon of beats, your girl purrs when I speak
We rehearse in a church to a circus of freaks
We the last ones to lay down, first on our feet
So stay down or get hurt by what lurks in the deep
Free the perps from the police, we disturbing the peace
We flood the streets like a water main burst and released
A merciless beast with a thirst for the feast
Man we treat every meal like it’s our first in a week
We dispersing the weak, I’m the person to beat
Man I’m unbeatable; I can beat a person for weeks
We disturbed, we the freaks, we the ones you don’t listen to
Drinking from the sun, now son we’re the ones dissing you

CHORUS

And we don’t, we won’t
We don’t, and we won’t let the vultures at the counter-culture
Now we don’t, and we won’t
We move mountains and drink from the sun

VERSE 2: Pressure

We’re timeless like riders on the storm
Survivors like the light that rises in the dawn
If crisis makes fighters of the pawns
We rise up through the night as lifeless and we’re born
Fight in my heart, suicide with my art
Till I depart I’m a write until I light up the dark
These are battle songs that lift you from your catatonic fixture
And I can walk on water but I stagger on the liquor
This ain’t a Saturday sport or matinee talk
With throw away sentences like the magistrates’ court
Scratch that, now hear me out, attacks don’t give me doubt
I drop a powerhouse track black the city out
And when we lose it let the mood of music reach us
Coming through the tunes that free us, revolution through your speakers
The third rock never stops the world turns
Eyes glued to the clock as we watch the world burn

CHORUS

And we don’t, we won’t
We don’t, and we won’t let the vultures at the counter-culture
Now we don’t, and we won’t
We move mountains and drink from the sun

VERSE 3: Pressure

Renegades whenever on centre stage
That’s my sweat upon the letters I bled on the pen and page
C’mon, so what’s your rhyming worth? Better get a lawyer ‘cause
I could crucify your verse just to get a point across
We’ve been refining and grinding till late night
Why? ‘Cause even stars lose their shine in the day light
Linked as one just think what we’ll become
It’s begun and won’t stop till we’re drinking from the sun.

HIGHER FEAT. JAMES CHATBURN

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / A. BURFORD) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY ONE ABOVE. JAMES CHATBURN APPEARS COURTESY OF JAMES CHATBURN. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. GUITAR BY TJ PATRICK. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS AND GRAINGER STUDIOS.

VERSE 1: PRESSURE

Life tempo unsustainable
Try memo all my days in full
Time encroach I wanna escape it all
Or die in hope of the unobtainable
Driving this roads like lucid dreaming
Sleep through the day time fly through the evening
If idol dreaming give life to my demons
Then please don’t wake me I’ll die while I’m sleeping
I swore I’d never been here before
This tours like a storm blew me up on this shore
Don’t know if I’m coming or going or who’s running this show
And whether it’s curtains or encore
And everyday I spend in
This space and dimension
Feeling like I’ll snap so frayed from the tension
Breaking the connection, chasing my redemption
Looking in the wrong place for perfection
I brought a piece of the road into the peace of our home
You’re the corner stone of every bit of peace that I’ve known
But this fever to roam, I cant leave it alone
It claws at my flesh and its deep in my bones
The music brought me back to life
But it was you that wore the sacrifice
Lost time, lost sleep, lost point of view
Lost high, lost me, Lost all but you

CHORUS:

If we go higher, trying to tame the clouds
Lost in the night the, only way is down
Still we go higher, trying to sate this thirst
Until we fly into the sun and fall in flames to Earth

VERSE 2: Suffa

She used to say, you make me wanna to run to you
I’m so proud of your accomplishments
Looked at me like I had hung the moon
Now she looks at me like I’m blocking it
Cos when your deep on a tour, no rest
Not feeling human like you failed the Turing test
She don’t want you to bounce too soon man
I feel like Andy Kaufman, man on the moon and
When I’m feeling half human
I’m still hard to kill like Vents or Rasputin
Cos when life put the boot in
You gotta hit ‘em with that fire street fighter Hadouken
Twenty four seven
Ride the clouds on a seven four seven, lights out
I’ve never felt more present than I have right now
Shook to life by the landing gear
In-flight radio playing Chandelier
And now I’m standing here with no standing room
Waiting on an old man to grab a bag or two
Then he tipped his hat and asked me what I do
I said dude, this is what I do
And I’m a be consumed by all this so called fun
I’m a burn up soon trying to touch the sun

CHORUS

I LOVE IT RESTRUNG FEAT. SIA

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / S. FURLER) SONY/ATV AND EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC OBO EMI MUSIC PUBLISHING LTD. PRODUCED BY ONE ABOVE. SIA APPEARS COURTESY OF MONKEY PUZZLE MUSIC. SIA VOCALS RECORDED BY CHRIS STEFFEN. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

VERSE 1: Suffa

I’m wondering where the day went
The clouds have me shrouded in grey but
I’m still out pounding the pavement, word
Drowning the hurt by pounding rounds in brown paper
Founded a label now I’m drowning in paperwork
But now the crew I’m down with found an escape from work
And I love it ‘cause that what your hard work gets you
My heart bursts through my chest I’m rescued
So forget what the rest do
I’m blessed to do it with two of who are the best to do it
Do I love it?

VERSE 2: PRESSURE

Look at our goals
If we never stood in the cold we wouldn’t evolve
Used to put my crooked foot in what I couldn’t resolve
But took control now, hard work is good for the soul
And I love it, growing through life and stress
Knowing the fight is just half of self-imposing our righteousness
Contract owners and licenses, showbiz in lights we’re just
Searching for that moment of pricelessness

CHORUS: Sia

B-Boys, I met you at the bus stop
We had nothing but the tuck shop
We had school ties, the sky and the hilltops
Now we’re all grown up and it’s still about Hip Hop
I love it, I love it

VERSE 3: Suffa

Five days deep in the booth, and spent Friday leaping through loops
Then spent the weekend sideways, seeking the truth
And I won’t lie they keep me on my toes these days
But I won’t lie; hey I beat ‘em with the flow for days
‘Cause I love it, a pen and pads like a red rag to a bull
I see red like Leningrad
Raising a crowd from a vacant lot’s like, like how?
Raising a brow on the face of god right? Right now,

VERSE 4: PRESSURE

And I love it a life with no regret
No success without a price that owes a debt
I roll the dice and despite the road ahead
Hope that in a crisis I might just know the ledge
But I love it like take away beer
And a sunset to lay away our day-to-day fears
See haters under rates us but this status takes years
And it ain’t where we’re at; it’s how we made our way here

CHORUS: Sia

B-Boys, I met you at the bus stop
We had nothing but the tuck shop
We had school ties, the sky and the hilltops
Now we’re all grown up and it’s still about Hip Hop
I love it, I love it

VERSE 5: SUFFA

And we can be in a hotel, worst part of town and
Support act, we ain’t half as loud but
Twice as nice you can ask the crowd then
We passing out in a departure lounge and
I love it; I hug the road like an old friend
Like the world won’t revolve unless we’re rolling on it
It holds them on it, it‘s soul melodic
And oh they want it and I love it,

Verse 6: Pressure

Been chasing the dream
Everyday a new place, new faces and scene
Living out a suitcase few breaks in between
There’s been very few days I’d loose faith in my team
Got love far from home through the winter and summer
No matter how hard the road or the distance I cover
Even bitter when I’m missing my significant other
I wouldn’t trade it for the world given another
‘Cause I love it…

CHORUS: Sia

B-Boys… B-Boys, I met you at the bus stop
I love it, I love it
We had nothing but the tuck shop
I love it, I love it
We had school ties, the sky and the hilltops
I love it, I love it
Now we’re all grown up and it’s still about Hip Hop
I love it, I love it.

LIVE & LET GO RESTRUNG FEAT. BROTHER ALI & MAVERICK SABRE

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / A. BURFORD / A. NEWMAN / M. STAFFORD) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY ONE ABOVE. BROTHER ALI APPEARS COURTESY OF RHYMESAYERS ENTERTAINMENT AND PUBLISHED BY NAFSIN WAHEEDAH MUSIC (ASCAP). MAVERICK SABRE APPEARS COURTESY OF VIRGIN EMI RECORDS. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. RECORDED AT REDBULL STUDIOS LONDON (DANIEL TRACHTENBERG) AND NEW YORK (KEITH PARRY), SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

Intro: Maverick Sabre

All these days I’ve been broken and hopeless and I
And I don’t feel like I’m coping, I’m hoping that I
That I can live and let go, so I can get through it
Yeah I can live and let go, so I can get through this

Verse 1: Suffa

You know that pain can hang in the air like cigarette smoke right?
Sometimes trying to live and let go
Is like trying to talk with a mouth full of cinnamon though
I’m trying to crawl out the skin I’m in so
I can see through the eyes of a loved one, eyes of an enemy
Rising above sometimes takes a pedigree
That I fear that I don’t possess
And turns hope into hopelessness, but I won’t regress
Won’t let life wear me down
Staring down as the travellers all rush past
Some part their weary brow
And wear a frown like a handlebar moustache
So I live by forgive and forget
Rather that than to live with regret, it’s like living with debt
It’s a weight that’ll curve your spine
Living with hurt’s like serving time

Chorus: Maverick Sabre

All these days I’ve been broken and hopeless and I
And I don’t feel like I’m coping, I’m hoping that I
That I can live and let go, so I can get through it
Yeah I can live and let go, so I can get through this

Verse 2: Brother Ali

I pay homage to obstacles
The thin line between honor and horrible
The healing heart knows the eyes must overflow
Tears clear the windows that guard the soul
Now the let the water flow, you can scrub the mud out of your land
The blood out of your hands
But you’ve still got to cleanse the heart that’s trying to beat inside
And it’s only purified by the tears you cry
You can fight all the devils and slay them
But if you’re made hard at the days end then they win
There’s only one force that can solve all this
I want the warm heart that we all start with
Sometimes we march out ball our fist
I will give it all up but my softness
You will never invade my holy place
I let the tears dry on my face

Chorus: Maverick Sabre

All these days I’ve been broken and hopeless and I
And I don’t feel like I’m coping, I’m hoping that I
That I can live and let go, so I can get through it
Yeah I can live and let go, so I can get through this

Verse 3: Pressure

If these walls could talk they’d sing a sombre song
And if we’re stronger from this road that goes on and on
We wear scarring like armour made of problems from
Void of feeling, time’s ticking sitting on a bomb
So disengaged hope in us fades
Reaching out but the dark take our focus away
This road’s paved by the brave without knowing the way
Don’t stray bro they didn’t build Rome in a day
And I don’t need to satisfy a ceaseless appetite
Just to feel at peace or gratified
If we don’t reach for the stars only reach for satellite
We’ll live in faded colour and dream in black and white
I know our demons walk among us
But struggles something that we do not something to becomes us
So let go of the of all the suffering and hurt
Yo unless we ball it up and we burst

Bridge: Maverick Sabre

So I can get through this, so I can get through this So I can get through this, so I can get through this

Chorus: Maverick Sabre

Yeah all these days I’ve been broken and hopeless and I
And I don’t feel like I’m coping, and I’m hoping that I
That I can live and let go, so I can get through it
So I can live and let go, so I can get through this
So I can get through this, so I can get through this
So I can get through this, so I can get through this
So I can live and let go, so I can get through this
So I can live and let go, so I can get through this.

WON’T LET YOU DOWN RESTRUNG FEAT. MAVERICK SABRE

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / C. LUDIK / M. STAFFORD / J. DIAMOND / T. HYMAS) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY CAM BLUFF AND SUFFA FOR SUFFERING CITY PRODUCTIONS. MAVERICK SABRE APPEARS COURTESY OF VIRGIN EMI RECORDS. CONTAINS EXCERPTS FROM “I WON’T LET YOU DOWN” (T. HYMAS / J. DIAMOND), & PUBLISHED BY HEATPAR LTD, OF FAIRVIEW COTTAGE (PRS). ALL RIGHTS ADMINISTERED BY WB MUSIC CORP. (ASCAP) AND DIAMOND BROS. MUSIC (PRS). ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS TRACK CONTAINS EXCERPTS FROM “I WON’T LET YOU DOWN” PERFORMED BY ZUCCHERO COURTESY OF UME ITALY. USED BY PERMISSION. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. ADDITIONAL HORNS BY CHRIS WEBER AND SCOTT ILLINGWORTH. RECORDED AT RED BULL STUDIOS LONDON (DANIEL TRACHTENBERG), GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

VERSE 1: Suffa

They say you can’t
Love and be wise, but I can pretend with you
If suddenly I ever had to surrender you
I’d fall in a heap; I’d fall on the floor
And crawl on all fours for you I’d fall on my sword
If grief ever darkened my door you’d light it up
The way you brighten up a room hit’s me right in the
Chest, it puts the breath inside of my
Lungs, it’s like I leapt in the light of the
Sun, and in spite of my weary frown
You wear a smile that wears me down, so hear me out
I know that I wasted time
When I should have been replacing your last name with mine
And that mistake is mine believe me
I wear it like its sunburn, it might disappear but it won’t leave me
I’ll carry you on my shoulders, never set you down
Ferry you through the coldness never let you down

CHORUS: Maverick Sabre

I won’t let you down
Won’t let you down again
I won’t let you down
Won’t let you down again
Said I won’t

VERSE 2: Pressure

Travelling man in the back of a van
Capturing sands like time through the back of my hand
If I could hold it for a moment, do a lap of this land
I’d console you for a moment then be back in a glance
But I’m, so far since we left for the road
To chase the sun around the heavens and globe
Searching for the next episode, problem is that letting it go
Would be like letting go of everything I treasure and know
And whenever I go I think your chest will explode
A martyr with your heart like Brandon Lee’s death in The Crow
Try and understand where I lay my head is my home
And I was in love before this rap shit was ever in vogue
But if you feel that you’re ever alone
While standing in the same room as me let’s set it in stone
You can’t save me, a queen to this devilish rogue
But you’re bravely willing to give a hell of go so

CHORUS: Maverick Sabre

I won’t let you down
Won’t let you down again
I won’t let you down
Won’t let you down again
Said I won’t

Bridge: Maverick Sabre

I hate that I wasted your touch and your taste
It’s my shame and can’t change it, want you to remain
My angel, my heartbeat, come closer, I’m sorry
My soul is your soul, you know this

Verse 3: Suffa

And you know that I
Won’t be shy talking ‘bout what you’ve given me
Conflict diamond, you shine through the misery
You walk in a room and light it up that’s just with your entry
You walk in a room and light it up like it was four twenty
Some people never find out what they have
Only ever find out what they had, and I could’ve been
One of them, don’t know that I still won’t
And that thought hangs around my neck like a millstone
For real though, it’s like I lost you, left you, let you go
Before I got to get you or let you know
That you’re my refuge, and I need you to see
The only one that I let down more than you is me

CHORUS: Maverick Sabre

And I won’t let you down
And I won’t let you down
I won’t let you down
Won’t let you down again
I won’t let you down
Won’t let you down again.

SPEAKING IN TONGUES RESTRUNG FEAT. CHALI 2NA

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / C. STEWART / C. GREEN) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY SUFFA FOR SUFFERING CITY PRODUCTIONS. CHALI 2NA APPEARS COURTESY OF MANPHIBIAN MUSIC. CHALI 2NA VOCALS RECORDED BY JASON BARRATT-HILL AT LITTLE SEED STUDIOS, PERTH. CONTAINS ELEMENTS OF “IN THE BEGINNING” WRITTEN BY C. GREEN AND PUBLISHED BY TOI MUSIC. USED BY PERMISSION. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. ADDITIONAL BASS PERFORMED BY CHRIS LAMBERT. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

VERSE 1: Pressure

Another war another martyr revered
Passed the fear from their fathers then it’s lasting for years
Bullets don’t discriminate the skin colour they pierce
We speak the same language brother; love, laughter and tears
Refugees trading death for a prison
While some base a set of opinions on race, sex or religion
C’mon, enough day to day stress of just living
Without giving a fuck if they’re hated just cause you’re different
Let’s do it under the name of the love that became lost
Dress it up how you want, we’re cut from the same cloth
Scars of hate, frowns stitched to our faces
Can’t escape the cage we forge, we’ve got bars to break
For those living every bit of the struggle
Given to hustle trying to figure how they fit in the puzzle
And right now we’re in pieces and peace is the people as one
Till then we’re treated like we’re speaking in tongues so here we come

Chorus

I am, you are, we are one
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum
I am, you are, we are one
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum

Verse 2: Chali 2na

Media is teaching the young, debate about belief in the one
Can make an eight-year soldier fall asleep with a gun
While tax mans hands deep in your funds, raping your ones
Money tight like we tweaking the drums it’s like we speaking in tongues
But no book burnings or church sermons
I surf currents, my words burn like a dirt furnace
Confusion leads and anguish sells
But this music succeeds where even language fails
To convey free honest expression
It’s a problem trying to get people to acknowledge progression
My goal is to leave a lasting iconic impression
Controlling crowds like demonic possession and ain’t no time to invest in
Biting the hand that created the platform
Attaching pseudo patriotic crap to a rap song
Hoods and 2na try to unify the people as one
And yet we’re treated like we’re speaking in tongues so here we come

Chorus

I am, you are, we are one
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum
I am, you are, we are one
We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun
We be the left hand, right hand, right man?
But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum

Verse 3: Suffa

I would never
Hate someone for the way they display love for someone else (And if you do)
The blame comes from the weight of the way that you see yourself
Take some of the weight off your plate by taking the hate away
And then maybe you’ll make your way to start loving yourself
Fear’s a cancer logic is a countermeasure
A property that you can’t count or measure
I got a problem with people
But fuck a redneck checking if your visa’s valid
They act like pigs and chickens I’m sick of Ceaser salad
So we seize the mallet, and we swing on the ignorant
Can’t speak our language? Then we’ll see if you can sing in it
Hoods and 2na try to unify the people as one
And yet we’re treated like we’re speaking in tongues so here we come

Chorus
Bridge

They pick me up just to pull me down
March to different drums, come from all around
It’s like we’re speaking in tongues
It’s like we’re speaking in tongues
They pick me up just to pull me down
March to different drums, come from all around
It’s like we’re speaking in tongues
It’s like we’re speaking in tongues

Chorus

COSBY SWEATER RESTRUNG

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / D. CHRISTOPHOLUS / J. KELMAN)) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY SUFFA FOR SUFFERING CITY PRODUCTIONS. CONTAINS EXCERPTS FROM “SAVE MY SOUL” WRITTEN BY DEMETRIUS CHRISTOPHOLUS, JOHNNY KELMAN AND PUBLISHED BY KASSNER ASSOCIATED PUBLISHERS LIMITED / CHERRY RED SONGS ADMINISTERED BY DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING, LLC. USED BY PERMISSION. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS TRACK CONTAINS EXCERPTS FROM “SAVE MY SOUL” AS PERFORMED BY WIMPLE WINCH, COURTESY OF CHERRY RED RECORDS. USED BY PERMISSION. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

Verse 1: Pressure

Watch me do my thing get
Lost into my scene yeah
Hot like New Orleans in
Cosby crew and jeans yeah
They’re not awakened, stare a lot and vacant
Living in conditions of the modern matrix
Only bare arms when I’m proper naked
Only point I made with a bullet was on paper
Ain’t here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse
Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
Till your hype from the groove on account of the bounce
And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
Status never mattered ever act however
Like Christine Aguilera just let yourself go
Mad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better left
Pristine track and record to let you all know
That we would be Kings even homeless
Building these kingdoms our own just
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
Till they’re gathering they no longer matter like a black hole

Bridge

And it’s all good
And it’s all good
And it’s all good
And it’s all good

CHORUS

I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition listen
They ain’t gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie
Swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater

VERSE 2: Suffa

Imma step up every chance when I rumble
They’ll all call me champ of the jungle, it’s fitting
Imma get drunk and dance like your uncle
Till I’m all hands like your uncle, I’m kidding
The venomous inventor when I enter then it’s over
When I’m spitting venom I’m as generous as Oprah
You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar
Me? Drunk in the back of a rental car
Pat Benatar brah, love’s a battlefield
Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
I’m in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as matador
When I’m dressed like Theo’s dad
In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap
I won’t beat around the bush like a seventies porn
I’ll make you wish that you’d never been born and it’s all good

Bridge

And it’s all good
And it’s all good
And it’s all good
And it’s all good

CHORUS

I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition listen
They ain’t gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie
Swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Verse 3: Pressure & SuffA
Take a ride on the wild side of this alley
We can fire up the night like Prince Harry
Fuck the high life we can vibe like
We got white lines hanging from behind like we’re just married
I’ll turn the art form into a blood sport
And make pea soup out of a pea brain
They wanna run these streets like parkour?
I’d rather run these tracks like a steam train

CHORUS

I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition listen
They ain’t gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie
Swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater.

1955 FEAT. MONTAIGNE & TOM THUM

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / A. BURFORD) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY ONE ABOVE. MONTAIGNE APPEARS COURTESY OF WONDERLICK RECORDING COMPANY AND SONY MUSIC ENTERTAINMENT. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. ADDITIONAL VOCAL SOUNDS AND BEATBOX BY TOM THUM. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND BORNFRESH STUDIOS.

Verse 1: SUFFA

Time moves a little slower here
The paint peels ‘cause the summers here are so severe
And we’re nowhere near nowhere you would know of
Locals here ride, they show up just to show off
Old men take a load off just to watch the day go by
Philosophising with their friends like they’re Plato
They prophesies on the bench by the main road right
They got advice; I’m like ‘Ayo, if you say so guys’
But what do they know; Fox News got ‘em lit
They’re shook ‘cause fundamentalist the new communist
Old girl with her shopping list clutch her handbag close
I’m like ‘Damn ma’am; Dan this old bag has jokes’
‘Cause I’m a gentleman, but then again most of us are
First name basis in the bank, the post office, the bar
The grocer, the park, so lady I ain’t trying to grab your pension
The old men on the bench hum

CHORUS

We’re living in the days when everybody’s saying
What a time to be alive
But I’m feeling out place like I live in outer space
Cos it seems I’m stuck in time
It’s like we ride through life
In the shadow of the cold war
It’s so quiet at night
Like martial law took a hold y’all, fifty-five

VERSE 2: Suffa

Time moves a little slower here
A day feels like a week, a week it feels like it could go a year
And we’re nowhere near nothing, man it’s so true
I don’t tell ‘em where I’m from, I tell ‘em where I’m close to
And I could go through an atlas and show you on a map but
You’d still look at me sideways and treat me like I’m backwards
But that’s just fine, it so happens I’m
Happy living in a city that is trapped in time
While you’re lined up in traffic I’m
Not panicked ‘bout transit I’m back in time
For a TV dinner and an early night
‘Cause we get dressed to travel, got an early flight
Been doing laps of the earth while doing laps of the sun
Trying to put where I’m at on the map ‘cause where I’m from
We never get a mention, but all that and then some
Once again, the old men on bench hum

CHORUS

WALKING UNDER STARS RESTRUNG

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / A. BURFORD) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY ONE ABOVE. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS AND GRAINGER STUDIOS.

Chorus

Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun
Imma crawl through these streets
Imma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars
Till I fall to my knees
Till the dawn is slung from the morning sun
Imma crawl through these streets
Imma walk under stars, fall in and out of bars
Till I fall to my knees
And we say hey now
Hey, hey, hey now
Hey now
Hey, hey, hey now

VERSE 1: Pressure

Check, I’m either in or out
Ain’t got time could sit around trying to find a middle ground
I gotta live and not exist
Problem is there’s not a gift offered if there wasn’t risk
I went from poor to invested and stressed on tour
Wrestling the lessons these questions bore
If can’t feel it right now, what’s the effort for?
Don’t wanna build a light house on an empty shore
See I can shoot the breeze but can’t do it for free
Cause who are we if I don’t make this fucking music for me?
And it aint about the fame or bout recouping a fee
But either way that’s time away from the two kids I feed
Caught in between, any day your fortune can swing
And you don’t wanna be a jester in a court full of kings
We set our own pace to the race we’re running in
And celebrate what we put out, not what’s coming in

Chorus
VERSE 2: Suffa

I lay down my bars in the bars where I lay down
Till I’m barred by the barmaid, hey I stay ‘round
A barfly, barhopping, bars like a playground
Debris’s like a barber, he cuts in the fade out
Hey now
We had plans and breakdowns laid out
But Lennon said better than Suffa ever can
Life’s what happens when you’re busy making other plans
Pushed back plans like Jesse Pinkman’s hairline
The way some reacted that caught me unprepared I
Had friends throw darts, fuck crew like that
Man they broke my heart, but through my back
But success is the best revenge so I guess
That I’ve had a lot of vengeance then, yo I’m blessed
And apologising for being so fresh
Is like Napoleon writing, excuse my French?
And a tiger don’t apologise for being a tiger
A Kaiser don’t apologize to a miser
Man imma wear the night sky like a cape
And add a jewel to my crown every time that you hate
So hate on little man hate on
Cause they raze every stage they on
Until they say my name in all capital cities
And they spell my name in all capitals please rap it all with me it goes

CHORUS

LIGHTS OUT RESTRUNG

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY JAYTEE. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR arrangements PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. RECORDED AT TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

VERSE 1: Pressure

This whole world’s in a rush to be living plush, but never rich enough
Till that mirrors such a stranger we’re asking is it us?
Losing your vision, make one stupid decision
You’ve become the newest victim of the human condition
It’s a crying shame; honestly it’s a survival game
While we dying in vain making somebody rich
Like we scared of taking that step
Every days just another that escaped us if we don’t make an affect
Back seat revolutionaries ain’t lions at heart
Even the slightest of sparks can light up the dark
And everybody wants a piece of the action
Like peace and relaxing became a niche for the deceased and the lacking
Success, pleasures of the flesh and beheld
Treasures and endless excess in which we measure ourselves
I’ve faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans
Hope they understand how grateful I am

CHORUS

We do it right here, right now
With my peers, my house
And fight here till the day we’re gone and rest in white clouds
Life here, life out
If I’m a die here with my doubts
Then as night nears we’re gonna do it till they turn the lights out

VERSE 2: PRESSURE

And it starts with us, seeking an everlasting rush
Pharmaceutical market drugs, liquor or grass and dust
Murder, lust, self-worth, hurt and trust
Burden us like a curse till we return to dust
Keeping us on like we’re marching to the beat of a gong
Freedom is from our own hearts and those we leave them upon
Lingering on through the words that we sing in our songs
Even a strong foundation we could blink and it’s gone
So we carve out our marks and master our own path
In a castle of glass our heart’s where our homes are
Wars in our vein, that’s why we walk in the rain
Of course if the name burns brighter it was forged in the flame
You’ll never get a break until your dead or make fifty
And a pension ain’t a pay you resonate with me?
I’ve faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans
I hope they understand how grateful I am

CHORUS

We won’t go, no we won’t go, we won’t go, no we won’t go – repeat x4

RATTLING THE KEYS TO THE KINGDOM RESTRUNG

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / S. CROPPER / D. DUNN / A. JACKSON JR / B. JONES) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY SUFFA FOR SUFFERING CITY PRODUCTIONS. CONTAINS ELEMENTS OF “SUNDAY MONDAY” WRITTEN BY S. CROPPER, D. DUNN, A. JACKSON JR, B. JONES AND PUBLISHED BY SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC. ON BEHALF OF IRVING MUSIC, INC (BMI), AL JACKSON JR. MUSIC C/O BUG MUSIC (BMI). USED BY PERMISSION. THIS TRACK CONTAINS SAMPLES FROM “SUNDAY MONDAY” PERFORMED BY BOOKER T. & THE MGS FROM THE ALBUM “MELTING POT” (SCD-8521). COURTESY OF STAX RECORDS/CONCORD MUSIC GROUP, INC. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR arrangements PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

Chorus

We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa
They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to
You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers
Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa
They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to
You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers
Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you

Verse 1: Pressure

When I start breathing heavily, I scar the beat the beat and melody
They said that we dreaming we’ll keep reaching till leaving heavenly
The key to freedoms said to be, release and leave the memory
Think you offended me? Please, with critics like these who needs an enemy?
Indeed a breed of pedigree beast unleashing speech telepathy
Here to bleed the industry of its diseased and evil effigy
Demons, thieving, greed and revelry, we in need and seeking remedy
But it seems to stay ten feet ahead of me like a centipede
I’m a train upon a track; I’m a flame upon a match
Ain’t straying from my place I want my face upon the map
I’m the weight upon your back, I’m a razor on your lap
We came to conquer, stage and opera, fade it onto black
Now hush, hear the voice, so addicted to the
Rush to fill the void, dismissing everything we love
to feel joy, build it up then we
Crush, kill, destroy

Chorus

We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa
They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to
You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers
Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa
They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to
You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers
Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you

Verse 2: Suffa

I go bananas every time, mind blown Nirvana, Nevermind
They need some ketamine to calm us, harness the darkness every line
Till I been enlightened I’m leaving ‘em terrified
Like Bin Laden been hiding under their bed every night they go beddy-bye
Fat as the fattest Federline, fat as that cat post Brittney
Madness that is a friend of mine, rappers get mashed so quickly
War comes, hear the roar from the raw drums, beat your poor son just from the boredom
Jump up, but you’re stunned, dumb struck, you’re done like Young Buck post Fifty
We claw at the morons, and pour on the soothing hooks on heaters
Like them pouring the Boron on core on the shore of Fukushima
They adore the recordings and we lording it over them
Think we’re joking? Then we’re going door to door with some Dobermans
No DMX, they thinking they got me pegged like BMX
But ain’t seeing T or X, Briggs, Hons, Debris or Vents
We the best, no Khaled
We the best like Ali, Muhammad

CHORUS x2

We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa
They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to
You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers
Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you
We came and we conquered, they praying to poppa
They claiming they want to, they really don’t want to
You ain’t maiming a monster so don’t bother with offers
Till the day that I die, I ain’t stepping aside for one of you.

THROUGH THE DARK RESTRUNG

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / A. BURFORD) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY ONE ABOVE. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. RECORDED AT TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

Verse 1: Pressure

The very day you were born, your light shone bold in dark
The doctor said you had a hole in your heart
Just knew you were making room for a whole lot of heart
And loved you from that day until your soul would depart
You took your first breath upon my chest
I built you a good nest before I left
It wasn’t that I never loved your mother
But two happy homes are better than one that suffered
Every regret in this life that I’ve made
Have been tempered by the strength in your eyes everyday
I know you never said that you’d like me to stay
Still I’m sorry I neglected you while I was away
You were eight when we headed to casualty
And no child should face their death or mortality
You taught me patience, strength and morality
And I’d burden this weight instead of you happily
That night, you asked would you die from your sickness?
And why had it chosen your life out of millions
You filled me with a pride I was missing
Cause grown men cry they lack your type of resilience
Only when it’s dark are the stars so bright
For your fight you’re gonna harbour these scars for life
But you a brave little soul, came in the cold
Like a fighter hope you find that same flame when you’re old

CHORUS

Fall asleep
And lay with me
We’ll search the night for shooting stars
If they can’t take
Away your pain
I’ll take your hand, walk through the dark
The dark
Through the dark

Verse 2: Pressure

I wrote this while you slept in a hospital bed
Know this, your breath at the cost of my breath
I’d forego this life, let you honour my death
If you could know what it’s like to live long and regret
So you can fight you can shove you can bleed and hurt
So you can cry you can love learn your creed or worth
Earn your stripes, act dumb, cut your teeth or worse
Or take a wife to become your sky, sea and earth
But if these are things that you never see
With no god, just me here to set you free
And most others won’t understand the hell in which you’ve been in
Until they’ve wrestled with a demon
Take heart, to be brave we first need fear
That same heart that’s seen pain yet persevered
Will serve you, I know this world is of course unfair
And you hurt, but these virtues are yours to bare
I named you Lion Hearted the day you’re born
They say the night is darkest before the dawn
I’ll take your hand upon this path if you can light a spark
Then we can find some calm in a raging storm
Ain’t nothing left to scare you see
So we can live, laugh and cherish every breath we breathe
And no matter where you go know I’ll never leave
Cause even when we’re gone we’re living in a memory, so live on

CHORUS

Fall asleep
And lay with me
We’ll search the night for shooting stars
If they can’t take
Away your pain
I’ll take your hand, walk through the dark
Fall asleep
And lay with me
We’ll search the night for shooting stars
If they can’t take
Away your pain
I’ll take your hand, walk through the dark
The Dark, Through the dark

Verse 3: Pressure

And I’m sorry that I can’t take your pain or answer why
We’ll lay awake through darker skies
I say your name you cast a light
You’re a flame on a starless night
And I didn’t know I was lost till you found me
Didn’t know I was locked here without keys
But we can walk across all these boundaries
You and me nothing here to stop you you’re now free
So I wrote this to give you hope
For every good thing in life you’ll live to know
They say cancer survivors are gifted though
Let me know if that isn’t so.

SHREDDING THE BALLOON RESTRUNG

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / N. LAMBERT) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY SUFFA FOR SUFFERING CITY PRODUCTIONS. GUITAR PERFORMED BY NICK LAMBERT. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

VERSE 1: SUFFA

Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined
It’s grimy shit but naught that can’t be fixed with a little bit of spitshine
Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier
Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our neighbours
I’d rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list
Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist
I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements
That I don’t know where they end and where I start it’s all part of game it’s
The farthest I’ve came since I started to play it, I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless
We’re harnessed by chains that are hard to escape and you change then they label us bastards or traitors
They’re charlatans, they’re haters, they start on us but they’re fake as
Our parliament, but don’t be disheartened by them pardon their failures
If we don’t forgive our enemies, we’ll crawl the walls like centipedes
Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy
And we’ll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me
John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me

Chorus

I’ve been waiting to come back
Like where the hell is the show?
Like a balloon on a thumbtack
Getting ready to blow
I’ve been waiting to come back
Like where the hell is the show?
Like a balloon on a thumbtack
Getting ready to blow

Verse 2: Suffa

And it might blow up but it won’t go pop
And it might blow up but it won’t burst
She said she might grow old but she won’t grow up
Well she might, but only if I go first
She wears her heart on her sleeve like; she’s wearing a patch on her shoulder
It’s not a matter of whether I can catch her, more a matter of whether I can hold her
She thinks out loud she’s got me; she laughs with her whole body
I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she’d even want me?
Each night I find it’s the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening
I lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with my demons
They say don’t live in the past and live each day like it was your last but
I’d rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the glass
Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents
Sounds so serious don’t it? But I’m not concerned with a thing
This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King
The kings have arrived; we drink from the sky
We fall from all ‘cause we think we can fly
But our wings have been tied, and the winging and lies
Have me I’m wishing that I could bridge the divide
You living the life? In the blink of an eye
The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride
Can all disappear so live for the rhyme
Not material things your gift can provide

Chorus

I’ve been waiting to come back
Like where the hell is the show?
Like a balloon on a thumbtack
We’re getting ready to blow
I’ve been waiting to come back
Like where the hell is the show?
Like a balloon on a thumbtack
I’m getting ready right now I’m getting ready

Verse 3: Suffa

Since ‘State of the Art’ we’ve stayed in the yard just waiting to start this shit all over
Laying in bars for a day and a half, had to switch from gin to soda
And by like mid October, record was six months over
Due, and I‘m like dude what you expect? I’m only three months sober
Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers
Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us live la vidaloca
I’m going ta roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol
So beautiful to know you all but for now peace I’m over and out.

I’M A GHOST RESTRUNG

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY SUFFA FOR SUFFERING CITY PRODUCTIONS. CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. CHOIR ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS, GRAINGER STUDIOS AND ABC STUDIOS.

VERSE 1: SUFFA

Two sheets to the wind in a taxi
Two feet to the wind in the backseat
Two beeps to the car in front of us
Or one of us ending up wrapped round the chassis
Thinking ‘bout these rhymes, and what they gave me
Sounds out this world, but a microphone and
Two turntables saved me
Took me ‘round the world and bought me a home and
I’ve seen all these other crews bank too
Not knowing all the ways people helped ‘em
Might not ever get a damn thank you
But they’re sure ‘nough gonna get a you’re welcome
Matter fact, I ain’t leaving, I was here first and
I don’t believe them I was here bursting
Listening to Primo and Chino and Thirstin
And missing out on being there for people in person
Cause we don’t sleep when we’re working
We don’t bleed when we’re hurting
We wear our heart on our sleeve and I’m certain
That we’ll feel the burden till we call it curtains, you feel me?
Do you feel me?
This that light inside the core that can blind with its force
It’s the writing on the wall; light it up on the porch
It’s nineteen ninety-four, five mic’s in the source
It’s a mighty; mighty roar from the crowd and of course
It’s this, Do you feel me?

Chorus

Went from going through quotes in the liners
To being known from the shows on the fliers
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
And the day those lights don’t inspire us
You’ll see me walking out
I’m a ghost I’m gone

VERSE 2: Pressure

Two sheets on a surface of water
Loose-leaf writing worthless and torn up
If I could do these words justice
You’d see how much it’s worth that I fought for
Every kid that never got one mention
Every little bit of love or affection
I’m done with pretending the sun is descending
And all good things must come to an ending
Cause I swore to the day this is
Nothing more than a flawed entertainment biz
I’mma walk away with and let me tell you something
That’s fucking more than I came here with
You feel me? Do you feel me?
And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t grateful
For my life for my friends and for the faithful
It’s been a ride but there’s been a few times that I’d thought I’d lose sight when the effort was so painful
But rap gave me such inspired dreams
In fact maybe touched my life when things
Got a little crazy and nobody would pay me the ends that plainly justified the means
At last I can see we’ve all been blind
It’s hard to believe that all this time
That I wore my heart on my sleeve for this art and the scene
Gonna be hard when I leave it all behind
You feel me? Do you feel me?

Chorus

Went from going through quotes in the liners
To being known from the shows on the fliers
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
And the day those lights don’t inspire us
You’ll see me walking out
I’m a ghost I’m gone

Bridge: Suffa & Pressure

Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold
I’m a ghost I’m gone
Though when it’s done night is on us all
I’m a ghost I’m gone
Nowhere to run, writings on the wall
I’m a ghost I’m gone
So when it come, rise before we fall
I’m a ghost I’m gone
Low winter sun, light the dawn in gold
I’m a ghost I’m gone
Broken and done dying on us all
I’m a ghost I’m gone
Nowhere to run, writings on the wall
I’m a ghost I’m gone
So when it comes, rise, rise, before we fall

Chorus

Went from going through quotes in the liners
To being known from the shows on the fliers
Playing packed rooms, heading to the back room
To cool down my face with some ice from the rider
Looking out to a crowd full of lighters
And the day those lights don’t inspire us
You’ll see me walking out
I’m a ghost I’m gone.

THE THIRST PT. 7

(M. LAMBERT / D. SMITH / B. FRANCIS / C. LUDIK) SONY/ATV. PRODUCED BY CAM BLUFF. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS WRITTEN BY JAMIE MESSENGER. ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS PERFORMED BY ADELAIDE SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA. ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY ALEXANDRA BOLLARD (ADELAIDE CHAMBER SINGERS). ADDITIONAL PIANO, GUITAR & VOCAL SAMPLES BY MITCH JAMES. RECORDED AT SUFFERING CITY STUDIOS, TAKE AWAY STUDIOS BLUFF RYDER STUDIOS AND GRAINGER STUDIOS.

Chorus:

We have the thirst we have the hunger
We dive headfirst into the wonder
We have the thirst we have the hunger
We dive headfirst into the wonder

SUFFA

Don’t know where to start, but then again since this is
The third and final part, I guess it’s more like where to finish?
You ever seen La Haine? When Hubert kicks a story
About a man and how he fell from like fifty storeys
And as he’s travelling from the roof to the hood
Of a car he keeps babbling so far, so good
That’s how the last five years have felt, like a falling in a canyon
The falling part I’m all in, but it’s all about the landing
I see the ground rushing at us
And we when we hit the ground will we be running or crushed
But that’s life, courage, gotta summon it up
And no matter if we still matter, sun will come up
My thoughts are running amok
But in my heart, man I know there’s no one other than us
That can tear down a crowd like a bear that came down
On a fairground and found all these scared little clowns
I fold ‘em back ‘em down
Sat ‘em down, told ‘em they could snatch the crown
You’ll still be able to see our tan lines by the time that we get it back
Cos we got one-eyed supporters, Fetty Wap
Call a medevac, fly out
Take aim, fire, Christmas Story bruh, you’ll shoot your eye out
We’ll never die out, safe from extinction events
Been through the best and we ripped them to shreds
Know the one about the guy falling off a skyscraper? On the way down he says to himself “So far so good, so far so good. But how will we land?”.