A Good Year
(专辑: Brothers Grimm - 2008)
It's too low. Yeah, you know the
style, D-Rapht on the
mic, yeah, kicking it wild like what. Like, like, like what. Check, huh. I
got a
feeling now, like I
suddenly been touched by healing power. Now I
know who I
wanna know. Know this fear and loathing is part of the
show biz. Won't miss the
train, remain namless. Paint-stained hands and Air Max trainers. AM campaign to paint us, knowing what pain is. Ain't down to entertain laymans. (Nah!) I'm here with the
caverlier man that we manifest the
best and standing under our banner. Eric Banner, Goanna, Australian blooded. From the
motherland of the
fucking Layland Brothers. My sins are washing away this year, but like Jason, addicted to the
taste of fear. My translation's like watching a
Mason handshake, you only get it if you down with the
fanbase. A
sad day in the
scene we're in. My plan A
was just to be down with the
team I'm in, but made mates, made many mistakes. Made to play for pennies on slavery rates, but that's life. All the
nights I
didn't sleep because of this. Felt ripped off by friends, stole the
love of this away from me, but I
had to let it go, cos I
now understand and I
know that it's gonna be [Hook:] a
good year. You gotta hear me now, hear me loud and clear tear the
ceiling down. A
good year. Yeah, where we're at, all eyes on the
grimm and we staring back up. A
good year. You gotta hear me now, hear me loud and clear tear the
ceiling down. A
good year. Yeah, where we're at, all eyes on the
grimm and we staring back up. Hey Trials, you know bro? Yep, now my eyes wide open, openly deep as the
Indian Ocean, openly free as an Indian smoking a
potent opium potion. The
motion has changed this life. I
wrote this with a
knife, engraved a
paper and prayed to the
sky. I
was angry at the
world, at a
girl, no language could understand how I
felt, it was anguish timed by a
thousand. Wanted to vanquish the
problem, but couldn't fnd the
power in me. Wasn't enough hours in the
day to follow indies. Crusade and raid the
Lost Ark. Growing up, swinging like Costa. My Mum thought she created a
monster. Contain Paul was like a
monsoon rainfall. Live a
colourful life like I
sprayed by paintball. A
chainsaw tongue cut you down, lose my temper soon as I
felt fucked around and that was daily, but I
had to let it go, cos I
now understand and I
know that it's gonna be [Hook:] a
good year. You gotta hear me now, hear me loud and clear tear the
ceiling down. A
good year. Yeah, where we're at, all eyes on the
grimm and we staring back up. A
good year. You gotta hear me now, hear me loud and clear tear the
ceiling down. A
good year. Yeah, where we're at, all eyes on the
grimm and we staring back up.