Intro: [REMI]
We are gonna get to the sunshine
We are
We are gonna get to the sunshine
We are
[Verse 1: REMI]
I just woke up somewhere on the north-side
On a couch I don't recognise
Man, I really wish I had foresight
I had so many gla**es last night
I've still got four eyes
And its like the fourth time in half a fortnight
I really need to sort my sh** out
Thoughts I'm suppressing of hurt are suppressing my work
Yeah depressions the worst
Need to focus on what's at stake
Should be fearful
If I don't nail this music then my careers through
I'm back selling jeans, parents giving me earfuls
"Get a real job like all of your peers do
They're probably watching you fail
Through the rear-view
Of their BMW wearing a cashmere suit
We know you don't really give a f** what other kids do
But your a man now and those other kids grew
You didn't"
Thanks mum
Finish my monologue
Go downstairs hit the loo for after Grog-n-bog
Raid the fridge
Rekorderlig is my hair of the dog
Then hit the streets and see my brother Tom Scott
And it's all love
[Chorus: REMI]
We are gonna get to the sunshine
We are
We are gonna get to the sunshine
We are
[Verse 2: Tom Scott]
I bought that sh** knowing damn well I can't afford the sh**
Snorted all of it and ordered more of it
I'm poor as sh** now
I'm talking sh** now
How I'm gonna sort this sh** out one of these days like I'm on some Mormon sh**
But when you always on tour and sh**
All that sh** doesn't really stick
You can always get more of it
Before you even thought of it
Someone's sorted it out now
And pouring it out and its pure as sh**
sh** was lit til the sun hit the morning with the light
Like a vampire and now I'm falling with the moon
Feeling like a huge piece of walking sh**
I even blew the twenty that I was using to snort the sh**
What's the point?
What's it all about?
Is it nothing more to this life than a walk to the grave
Another day, nothing change
But the store selling coffee on my street
Where the pub was before
I was walking past there heading for the court to
Chuck a ball in the hoop just for the sport
Stuck up in the skin I wore
From the night before
Pour all of my endorphins for
Pure euphoria and reality just kicked in
Feeling like the piece of sh** that I just slipped in
But just in time heard somebody called *Bruv*
Looked up
What the f**, saw enough
It's all love
Chorus: [REMI]
We are gonna get to the sunshine
We are
We are gonna get to the sunshine
We are