Oh Lord

[Verse 1: Nick Lupi, Jimmy Nice]
Inner West
Feel it in my chest like I got it in my lungs
Think I'm going deaf, but I know I'm going dumb (Stupid)
Wouldn't hold your breath, you expecting that we're done?
Now there ain't no option left, get on stage, hold my nuts
Like is this what I've become? I've been wondering lately
The party's becoming crazy, always up to something shady ([?])
One Dayers get it popping, drop a pill, drop a button
On the paisley, rate I'm dropping might be pushing up them daisy's

[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]
Ayy
We serenaded the shit out of last summer
Table full of delicacies: the last supper
Wishing for our reign to stop will only make it thunder
Makes me wonder why our neighbours ain't decide to take some cover (Woo)
Sydney's ours, where to next? Wait till next release
Man, I bet they love me less, let me catch my breath, ah, here we are
Jammy in the hippie flask, hippie mentality
Just to match your raps, it's like getting out of hammock hammered

[Chorus: Nick Lupi]
It's been getting hard, it's been getting tougher
Not feeling like the illest, the illest motherfuckers
Who that number one? Who that number one?
Who that number one? Who that number one?
Yeah, we been going up
While y'all been going under
It kinda makes me wonder, man, tell these motherfuckers
It's that number one, it's that number one
And we do it till it's, do it till it's, do it till it's done

[Verse 3: Kai]
Hahahahaha, uh
My dick like indian names: long
You need to quit getting the king of the lame's on
These day's I'm 'fraid of even turning the J's on
How can I chill man what the fuck is this fay song?
Face of a king, crew busting and my girl mad pretty
Even one fuck to give I do not have in me
Your girl love the boy, send me texts like "ily"
I don't read 'em, I'm busy leaning with Dixie

[Verse 4: Joyride, Nick Lupi]
My crew go hard, pumping bifters in a rental
Lungs stay tarred up, it's fucking up the dental wears
Popping in the lift, to the telly mini bar
In the belly and that One Day card gon' cover them incidentals, hey
I watch me asking what their life worth (Niente)
They dodge the question like an iceberg (Titanic)
And I know it sound cold ([?])
But my side project's shitting on your life's work (The Meeting Tree)

[Verse 5: Solo, Joyride]
808s knocking, lame men stay jocking
They so so, we mafia-so, we stay mobbin'
Ain't cricket when you kick it with the One Day squadron
We on the case like Jimmy getting the case popping (Jimmy, get the case popping!)
We hopping planes, tell 'em they got away
'Cause when we push the button it's dropping like bombs away
We Nescafé, on the grind for that honest pay
It's that number one and we on the way

[Chorus: Nick Lupi]
It's been getting hard, it's been getting tougher
Not feeling like the illest, the illest motherfuckers
Who that number one? Who that number one?
Who that number one? Who that number one?
Yeah, we been going up
While y'all been going under
It kinda makes me wonder, man, tell these motherfuckers
It's that number one, it's that number one
And we do it till it's, do it till it's, do it till it's done