[Verse 1: Reason]
We from the southern land, backpacker type of men
Wonderin' about the strand, and the hype of Big Ben
[?] tell my UK bredren, I'm wishin' gradually
One day I'll pay a visit to the Brixton Academy
I dream, I recall, when I was a teen
I used to fiend for the places that I hadn't been
Just because bein' Aussie [?]
[?] London Posse played and DJ Supreme
And we're generation savers, [?] sound clashes
[?] with nations of Neighbours, we play to win The Ashes
[?] there you have it, catch up before I depart
Hard crush on Maggie Thatcher, yeah, [?]
So I'ma start, the Reason behind this track
The old [?] cohesion [?] that's that
And that's a fact, nuff chit-chat, come tell us somethin'
True, no bluffin', my trip to London
[Chorus: Pressure]
We cloud surf through all of Earths borders
Transcend gravity for our next performance
That's what makes my world go round
Another forty-eight hours till the sun goes down
We cloud surf through all of Earths borders
Transcend gravity for our next performance
That's what makes my world go round
Another forty-eight hours till the sun goes down
[Verse 2: Pressure]
I rise early at midnight to in-flight
Economy class, got me feeling like I hitchhiked
Making records, but I'm still a fan
That's why I travel the Earth and my world weighs thirty kilograms
Blurred vision, and nerves kickin'
Certainly isn't my idea of luxury when it hurts sittin'
Another time, another person or place
Not claustrophobic, I just hate you all in my personal space, but check it
We do it all so the blood can connect
The love and respect we get, tearin' up in a set
If gettin' up in a jet can kill another regret
Then here's respect to each and every motherfucker I met
We only [?] for the next cloud, and, well, I'm proud as hell
My sound's taking me around the world
I never doubt myself, ain't that somethin'?
Another twenty-four hours from Adelaide to London, uh
[Chorus: Pressure]
We cloud surf through all of Earths borders
Transcend gravity for our next performance
That's what makes my world go round
Another forty-eight hours till the sun goes down
We cloud surf through all of Earths borders
Transcend gravity for our next performance
That's what makes my world go round
Another forty-eight hours till the sun goes down
[Verse 3: Reason]
I'm a travelling man from the land of the ditch
Spent my time imagining about London Bridge
Then one time, I left the Aussie sunshine
Rough landing in Heathrow, minus the heat, bro
Go for a swim, uh, cruise in the Thames
Spit rap, sing music by the Violent Femmes
Just before I toast over Ghost's bomb beat
Cop the most, hustlin' by bootleggers on Bond Street
So I cussed 'em, told 'em what I'm gonna do to them
Jumped the double-decker bus to scope Newington (It's true, [?])
The weather hits hard like Frank Bruno
Spent time at Greenwich Park (Hurry, it's [?])
[?] Doc Martens
Chill with Kiwi, Aussies at Coventry Gardens ([?])
Sport [?] Liverpool be my team
I'm departin' Jubilee [?] to school the Queen
[Chorus: Pressure]
We cloud surf through all of Earths borders
Transcend gravity for our next performance
That's what makes my world go round
Another forty-eight hours till the sun goes down
We cloud surf through all of Earths borders
Transcend gravity for our next performance
That's what makes my world go round
Another forty-eight hours till the sun goes down
[Scratches: [?]]
"How's life in London?"
"How's life in London?"
"How's—life in London?"
"I'm everywhere, you ain't never there"
"[?] trotter"
"You ain't never there"
"[?] trotter" "I'm everywhere"
"When I walk—walk down—
Down the crowded" "London" "block"
"You ain't never there"
"Never there"
"When I walk down the—
Down the crowded" "London" "block"
"Block—block—blocks"
"You ain't never there"
"You ain't never there"
"I'm everywhere—
You ain't never there"