Midnight Oil

(albüm: Flying High - 2023)

All you do is just make up your mind
But you gotta do something
The key to life is your attitude
Make sure you doing what you wanna do
If your goals can't unfold right before your eyes
But you gotta have some priorities and all that

[Larry June:]
Bought houses of the wrist (Ah)
Half a kick for the fit (Uh)
Barricades on the block (Numbers)
'Nother nigga got— (Church)
'Nother nigga got ten (Uh)
Squeezing 'til the Glock— (Shh, good job)
Squeezing 'til the Glock jam (Jam)
Niggas know I'm top tier (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Fasting in the morning (Man)
Off Casual with my garments (Cash)
South, our friends smoke (Smoke)
But hold on, I get more shit (Yeah)
Hold on, I got motion (Yah)
Hold on, I don't know him
Chill out with that bro shit (This might be the greastest escape, nigga, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, damn)
Got my feet wet when I was seventeen (Shit)
First time cruising down the Blaye was like a movie scene (Oh)
We was rocking Nike tech suits in 2013 (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, chill)
Thirty-thousand hanging out my pocket, hooker clocking chee (Damn, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Used to drive to Costa Mesa twice a month, dodge the steam (Twice, yeah)
Bust a couple plays (Man)
After that, head to SD (Numbers)
Hotel circle hot as fuck (Chill), it's time to switch speeds
Two 5.0's back-to-back (Damn)
It was toopy, say

[Jay Worthy:]
Two hits of the numb numb juice
Still couldn't knock me off the caboose (Alright, soowoo)
Don't get it fucked up, boo (Nah)
No hoe, we don't love you
Like Pepé Le Pew three riders in ski mask
Looking like TR, you know duck, duck, goose
Just dum-dum, shoot (Doot-doot-doot)
Fuck with the fuck, round two, homie, this 4 deep deuce (Westside)
P Worthy, the reputable
Turn opps into vegetables (Remind you)
That's just how the section rolls
The homies turn two in fours (Fours, and twos; eights and nines)
Paying those 'round here, running off, we wanna know what set you from
Et cetera, et cetera
I do it way better, blood (Come on)
Don't talk, better beep this ho, I was never the one (Not yet)
Only kept that bitch around for the funds, it was never for fun (Pimpin')
All you get is some hand-me-down uggs
Shout outs to Yambo
Damn, I miss my son (Wavey bone)
Church
Like I'm the heavenly one (Heavenly one)
Counting hundreds and a two piece with a top hat
Like I'm revering, what?

[The Alchemist:]
Chasing the paper like it was running from me
Im in the spot counting hundreds until my thumbs is bloody
That's the only way for me to sit up comfortable like dutching bumpy
I clutch a pump, dump it, and jump a country
Might be in London speaking blunting
One sniff of the pure got your bitches nerves all twitchy and jumpy (Man, cool out)
Coming down the block like it's slinky dink
Whisky on the rock with the pinky ring
Bucket hat with the wrinkle brim
I'm in the water where it's sink or swim
Doing math on the abacus
Already made the nickel, I'm thinking tin
Waving flags like a matador
Already got the juice on, drinking Gin (Gin straight)
I'm a product of the '70s (Yeah)
The Gottis and the Jenevis
We left bodies buried in the desert
Paid off crooked cops in deputies
Without even carrying a weapon
Cut a tongue out for talking recklessly
On the scale I'm too various to measure
All my soldiers, they walk in step with me (Walk)
From the trenches to the park entries

No one can escape
What is getting ready to come upon us