[Intro: Caleb Followill & Kerser]

I've been roamin' around, always looking down

At all I see

Painted faces fill the places

I can't reach

You know that I could use somebody

You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you and all you know

And how you speak

Countless lovers under cover

Of the street

You know that I could use somebody

You know that I could use somebody

Fuck, you got a camera again?

Deadset, yo

(Someone like you)

[Verse: Kerser]

Fuck's happenin'? Yeah, it's been a minute

Drinkin' bleach, what you mean you're meant to clean with it?

I'm killin' cunts like the pingers of Defcon

I turn into a coma if my shit ever slept on

Got my Sportsbet lookin' like a bank account

What I'm on, shit, I ain't 'bout to say it loud

Bang beats, same streets got the playlist

Delete it all, name it Kers if you play this

This the part where I start gettin' selfish

Eighth deadset man, I do it 'cause I sell ticks

Melbourne first and I think I gotta drive

'Cause the shit that I'm takin' is too [?] to fly with

VRC, yeah, the Kers is back

In the CBD with the purple dacked

They love the Kers 'cause I'm never known to tone down

Hit that stage and it's feelin' like a hometown

Oh now, in Melbs, off my head bruz

She head bang, let's see what her head does

Next up, it's a party bruh

I wipe my arse with the invite for the ARIAs, huh

Syndey, yeah, my home is next

Still get good reception if my phone was dead, yeah

This the vibe that we live, we in Sydney

I rep [?] everyone know the sick me

Got a bitch here, lookin' like she Britney

You know three, you should leave him here with hickeys

Come along, I'ma be at The Metro

Won't be the first time I killed a metro

Thanks Syd, gotta jet to the next day

Fuck a wave man, I set the whole template

Adelaide, what the fuck is up?

You know I'm 'bout to say that I love your bud, ayy

Fuck me, I'ma be in a Paddy wag'

If I'm getting caught with what's in my saddybag

ADL, that's the city of churches

Change that shit to your city is Kerser's

Jump around bitch, I wanna see you got tits

Forgot to say, get your tickets now from Oztix

Ayy, Perth, yeah, the man is back

With a venue change, you demanded that

So I'm in Perth city, yeah, the cunts are back

On stage, got 'em feelin' like Hunter's back (Rest in peace)

Shout out to the SBX

P-city, Kers one, yeah, I get respect

West side of Oz in a pink hummer

Said a name but we just call her dick sucker

Got a bitch here lookin' like Jennifer

Lopez, and know too I'm gettin' head off her

It's Deadset, yeah, a different kind

This is Deadset eight, can you picture nine?

Got some bills that I bring to Tas

The only place that I've seen six fingers at, ha

That's a joke, don't be stupid lad

I love Tas cunt, I got a crew in Tas

Lock it in, eighteenth of May

Got the whole crowd screamin' ABK

Still the same crew wylin' out

Still rep ABK, how you like me now?

Still twenty-two-five to the day I die

Still Kers, same cunt, every day I'm high

Still blow weed, still drop my bars

Still make Bitcoin, still top the charts

I'm the line at the end, I'm the bolts and nuts

Now I'm headin' off to Bris 'cause it's off its guts

What can I say? Man, I'm lovin' Bris

Came on her face, guess I dumped my kids

Eaton Hill, shit, I said that right

I said that all wrong back in number five

Bris city, sick city, yeah, the shit litty

Can't wait to be back, poppin' six biccies

After Bris man, I'm up to Cairns

Ask anyone I meet man, I love my fans

Backstage, red eyes with a blunt lit

Any state, any town, man I run shit

But this place like paradise

And my fans like a cold, they can sacrifice

Effortless tremendous chains hang from Benzas

Maintain my meds and they sway my message

Get tickets, Lifestyle is the next step

If you mix that with a bit of No Rest

You knew what it was when I blew up, true cunt

Made a lot of money 'cause my tunes are too tough

Breakin' all the records and I moved up, crews past

Through me in the middle like I tuned up two sluts

Really ain't a fresher MC than the Kerser

Put you in the ER, followed by murder

Wait a minute, gotta flip the shit

Work it out for yourself, man I'm sick with this

From Mel to Tas and Perth and back

And Adelaide, I'm a Sydney lad, fact

Real rap, sliced up in the flavour

Year later, had my weed in a paper

Smooth flow, don't be trippin', think I'm lazy

Untouchable, they try to recreate me

Lifestyle guarantee is the best yet

I'ma see you at the shows, Deadset