[Verse 1: Nick Lupi]

So what’s going

On in that head of yours? Nick, you been gone

Lost in the space between dusk and mid dawn

In and out of the loop, connected but withdrawn

Living in sync with the Lord, I’ve been torn

The straws, they’ve been drawn, the shortest of all

The long arm of the law might find my prints on

Lint in my pocket, getting my skint on

Another cigarette, I should be pulling the pin on

Uh, philosophise while we chop up smoke

Then we blow it to the skies, baby, lock and load

(Lock and load) Now, that’s a sure sign that we on the ropes

When you got the occupiers yelling, "Stop the boats"

I’m from a place where they persecute the neediest

Talk about equality, won’t tax the greediest

Ain’t gotta ask what I think of those leadin' us

Bunch of small-minded motherfuckers like Oedipus

We off the chain, the charts, we off everything

Money over bullshit, crew on top of anything

Rockin' for the folks up north who lost everything

All the kids down the drains like lost wedding rings

But I can only tell you what I know

That’s clinging to a dream, never ever letting go

Tryna book shows, only ever gettin' no

Gettin' twenty grand loans just to get out on the road

Uh, I had two jobs, never stopped hustling (Nah)

Every cent went to rent, all the while studying

Tryna write an album, maybe get a couple spins

Throw pussy in the mix, that’s jugglin' (That’s juggling)

But never did I look like I was bucklin'

Nor would I call how we were livin' as strugglin'

But you won’t get nothin' out without nothin' in

That’s where my head is at, if you still wondering

[Chorus: Jimmy Nice & Nick Lupi]

Everywhere that I go

Nothing feels the same

They say that I got nothing to show

But they ain’t been on a stage

(Man) Man, this shit is amazing

Yeah, I said this shit is amazing

Yeah, I said this shit is amazing

When the light show that look on your face, it makes it all all right

[Verse 2: Jimmy Nice]

I-I need you to keep the camera rolling for me

See me in all my glory

I’m revel that most skin

Then spit me a story

Starts of when I was a shorty, was never much of a gamer

Too busy throwin' game to the daughters of all my neighbours

Grew up an only child, and I only had me to hold me down

Never followed the crowd, look at me now

From sending texts with the address of where the party is

To dropping X with execs at the ARIAs

We off the chain, the charts, we off everything

Money over bullshit, crew on top of anything

Rocking for the folks up north who lost everything

And all the cats carrying my words on their precious skin

See, I can only show you what I seen (Uh)

Two swirl letters, a pyramid in between

She said she fuck with the team, (Well), show me what you mean

I've got your logo on my sleeve, and I’m only seventeen

"That's dope, that's dope, but it's Spit Syndicate

There's... there's no-there's no 'L' in that"

(Damn) Does your mummy and daddy know that?

The type of shit'll keep me going, no, I’m never going back

To disrespecting my mother and living out of a bag

Black room, a hand full of dudes that don’t clap (Uh)

Now we pack stands and fans over-react

Just to see the underdogs also known as, man

But-buh, uh, sire, it's a big hit

The whole village is singing it

[Chorus: Jimmy Nice & Nick Lupi]

Everywhere that I go

Nothing feels the same

They say that I got nothing to show

But they ain’t been on a stage

(Man) Man, this shit is amazing

Yeah, I said this shit is amazing

Yeah, I said this shit is amazing

When the light show that look on your face it makes it all all right

Man, this shit is amazing

[Outro: Jimmy Nice, Nick Lupi]

You're welcome, uh, One Day

Sunday Gentlemen

You're welcome, uh, One Day, I said Sunday Gentlemen

Oh yeah, you're welcome, One Day

Sunday Gentlemen