MC Pressure - Cloud Surfing lyrics

[Verse 1: Reason] We from a southern land, backpacker type of men Wondering 'bout the strand, and the hype of Big Ben Man, tell my U.K brethren, i'm wishing gradually, one day i'll pay a visit to the Brixton Academy I dream, i recall, when i was a teen, i used to feign for the places that i hadn't been Just because being Aussie, well played scene [?] busting London, posse blade and DJ supreme [?] And we're generation savers, [?] sound clashes, with nations of neighbours we play too in the ashes [?] Okay you have a cash-out before i depart, hard crushing, maybe fetchy, yet a bowl for lava [?] So i'mma start the Reason behind this track, the old darting like a vegan [?] that's that, and that's a fact 'nuff chit-chat, come tell us something true, no bluffin', night trip to London [Chorus: Pressure x2] We cloud surf through all of Earth's borders, transcend gravity for our next performance That's what makes my world go round, another 48 hours till the sun goes down [Verse 2: Pressure] I rise early at midnight, to in flight, economy cla** got me feelin' 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 dear luxury when it hurts sitting Another time, another person, a place, not claustrophobic i just hate you'll in my personal space But check it, we do it all so the blood can connect, the love and respect we get, tearing up in a set If you getting up in a jet, then k** another regret [?] disrespect to each and every motherf**er i met We only wait for the next cloud, and well i'm proud, i tell my sounds getting me around the world I don't ever doubt myself, ain't that some'in? another twenty four hours from Adelaide to London, uh [Chorus: Pressure x2] We cloud surf through all of Earth's borders, transcend gravity for our next performance That's what makes my world go round, another 48 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 Heathrowe, minus the heat bro Go for a swim, ah, cruise in the ten Spit rap, sing music by the right of them Just 'fore i toast over ghost' bomb beat, the most hustling by bootleggers on Bond Street So i cussed 'em, told 'em what i'm gonna do to them, dubbed a double decker bus to scope Wilmington (it's true) The weather hits hard like Frank Bruno, spent time at Greenwich Park (hurry, it's Cuzzy Stark [?]) Run and see c*nts, buffer boys, Doc Martins, chill with Kiwi Aussies at Coventry Gardens (haha) Sport tartans, the bull be my team, i'm departing dribbly lines to school the queen [?] [Chorus: Pressure x2] We cloud surf through all of Earth's borders, transcend gravity for our next performance That's what makes my world go round, another 48 hours till the sun goes down *DJ scratching of "I'm everywhere, you ain't never there and various other voices*