12345 (Bonus Track)

(альбом: Cinematic - 2013)

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
Uh-huh
Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Yeah, let's take it back to when simplicity ruled
Change of clothes in my backpack
All the cool kids ditching on school (Peace)
No respect for the rules (Nope), politicians on news (Nope)
Fast forward to the present, complexity ensues
Going live on both times, when popular decides
Media monopolies monitor from the skies (Boop-boop-boop-boop-boop)
Pollies and economists, they column on the right
While scholars and ecologists hold on for life
It seems like real life and fantasy collide
To a point, cross a line, get some panties in a bind
Don't cross it, bind others, life tangled up and tie it down
You mind if we skip the panic for a night? I'm like (Look)
"Look, this kitchen's got way too many cooks"
I'm like Solange in a lift, hitting way too many hooks
And it's all so serious, but that ain't any good
Take a life page from the kids' books
Man, put it like

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
We sing it like (Yeah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
Yeah, yeah, we sing it like (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
Huh, and we still sing it like (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
Yeah, yeah

Now some people chase fame
That's insane, that ain't thought out at all (Nah)
No round of applause when you walk out the door (Nah)
Cost an arm and a leg and your privacy then fork out some more
From a drawn out divorce fought out in court (Oh)
Real life ain't Kardashian, I use trashy magazines
To roll blunts, bills to light 'em up, [?]
Psych, man, I ain't rude, I'm just passionate
So if I curse mid-verse it's an accident
Fuck it, we out here, stacking vices on vices
But who are you to judge, putting prices on prices (Huh?)
Paved paradises, I pray for the climate
While the future of the free world sways on a knife edge
It's simple science, pal, shit, I hope the tidal routes shift
And flood every single climate change denier's house
Until then I'm hanging ten with a pad and a pen
Blunt and the brew, bravo, bring it in, counting

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
We sing it like (Yeah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
Ho-oh-oh, yeah, we sing it like (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
Yeah, and we still sing it like (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5" (Yeah, yeah)

And I'ma put it down like
And if I made myself say (Yep)
It's no surprise that the whole world fed up
Lie down once we made our bed up
And wait for change but it ain't no better
So I'll be on my way (Yep)
And take my queue and a road map with me
Nowadays, man, it's all so tricky
But I ain't tryna hear that, I ain't tryna hear that

Man, kill that noise, call the searches off, pump diesel hurdle off
Deep fried murder at the burger spot, first person shooters
And the bias news cycle then defer to God
It rots your brain, quick as soda pop you're slurping on
A worthy mix of a certain spinning advertisements
Clergymen, preservatives, the brand new lights to purger with
Banks, suits and those corporate ties that they merging with
Ignorance is bliss, give me that, in return I'm singing

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
We sing it like (Yeah, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
Oh yeah, we sing it like (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
Yeah, yeah and we still sing it like (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5"
Right, and we still sing it like (Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da)