Lyrics Get Amongst It - Bliss n Eso

Get Amongst It

Swimming in mainstream
I don’t wanna be stuck there
I want freedom and a side order of fuck yeah
Well fuck this, 'cause I’ve had enough shit
Time to get our backs rubbed
And have our dicks licked
She just curled
And I twiddled my thumbs
'cause my penis jamming
To the middle of buns
I’m protecting women
I’m a-guarding hoes
And when Eso’s near
Watch your garden hose
Home is always singing
The freedom’s always falling
The people are always there
The bosses are always calling
«Oh my God!
Can you do your job right?»
Fuck jobs my 9-to-5's a ride all night
Give thanks to the blossom
It’s the anker that got him
To the deeper
When the rose sank to the bottom
To the bank
Where the people dream, and so
This day better get night
Looks like vampire’s been on our tail for years
And there won’t be no backstage party
If these Aussie lads don’t get their beers
When I look through my eyelid’s slid
I see a pirate ship with twenty vibrant hits
In a row swinging synchronised sequences
I sheepishly blink my eye singing to my flow
When it go
Lalalalalala Y O
Lalalalalala Y O
You’ve gotta get up to get down
This is hitting like a hot box in your car
Got every crowd member screaming «Lalala»
You know the joint, it goes «lalala»
You know the joint, it goes «lalala»
Take to the sky, savor this high
Rip off that motherfucking cage on your mind
Clip wingmaking on stage with our mic
But behind closed doors I set pagers alight
Could you pitch a rebel
Could you pitch a revis
Could you keep it humble if you handle all the riches
Painting on the pigeons' making it so different, hey
Don’t you even go there 'cause I’ve got this
On and on, give a kiss, sing a song
Get down, wobble wobble, one hit and it’s on
Feet to the street and I struck when I step on my
One more, let me take another breath
I though about this thing in
Dudes are creeping 'round my house
I don’t know what I’m thinking 'bout
But oh my God, I must be thinking something
Girls are getting high in my room and humping
Oh don’t shuffle the plank that we walk on
For years and years Bliss n Eso can talk on
And last question: are we gone?
Oh yes
And we blew the track up like Marylin Monroe’s dress
Lalalalalala Y O
Lalalalalala Y O
You’ve gotta get up to get down
If you
experience and save yourself the door price
Enter the venue, look at these shoes, all them fit them
Then I looked down, I knew what two would fall 'em victim, see
When we rock the name brand, fed’s are rising
Did you know your occupation’s advertising with common billboards
I know we must face these vibrations as I tough base
I feel the material under my sweatshirt it seeks essentially the
Serial number that’s your unique identity
A race that turn the pencils, now
Lalalalalala Y O
Lalalalalala Y O
You’ve gotta get up to get down