Party in the cemetery, I just want you next to me
I'm missing them summer days of Export Chrome and Ecstasy
Cheap beer not Hennessy, drowning in my memories
See you in my better dreams, nostalgias always bittersweet
Party in the cemetery, I just want you next to me
I'm missing them summer days of Export Chrome and Ecstasy
Cheap beer not Hennessy, drowning in my memories
See you in my better dreams, nostalgias always bittersweet
They say nostalgia's a beautiful liar
Well give me the ugly truth
All of these bridges I'm setting on fire
Sparking the flame that I spit in the stu'
Live in this booth having visions of you
Lost love got me singing the blues
Rockstar, I am not from this earth
Break my heart 'cos it's what I deserve
Hurt me, I deserve it
On the right path but I'm swerving
Still trynna be a better person
Ain't there yet but I'm learning
Life twists and turns like cursive
I'll get it straight, i'm determined
Drugs don't work, they're making me nervous
Still unsure who I am as a person
Black dog on my back, beast of burden
Try not to feed him but he keeps returning
Hearts on fire, keeps burning out
Talking to me, I don't hear a sound
Pain and pressure always bring out the poetry
Barely create when I'm happy I'm over it
Story as old as time itself
But it still gets hard when I'm by myself
Party in the cemetery, I just want you next to me
Im missing them summer days of Export Chrome and Ecstasy
Cheap beer not Hennessy, drowning in my memories
See you in my better dreams, nostalgias always bittersweet
Party in the cemetery, I just want you next to me
Im missing them summer days of Export Chrome and Ecstasy
Cheap beer not Hennessy, drowning in my memories
See you in my better dreams, nostalgias always bittersweet
...Ironic my haters the salty ones
I see why they hate a boy
Know some people hold tears in the club
When the DJ puts on Sk8r Boi
That's cos they're thinking of me
Baggy clothes on stage, i'm living my dreams
I know they're burning, wouldn't piss on their feet
Got used to the loneliness late in my teens
Yeah, popular loner
Young Thug; I'm a Stoner
Love-drunk, getting sober
And I swear sometimes closure
Don't even feel like it's closure
That's just the way that it goes brah
But it ain't over til it's over
It ain't over til it's over
Wollongong where the city meets the shore
Show 'em kindness they see you as a rort
I'm a product of the place that I was born
Makes me sick I don't even wanna talk
Makes me sick I don't even wanna
Vomiting noise tac-vom
Lost too many mates to the shab rock
I was needing a change in the backdrop
Now i'm back on my shit, packing a spliff
...Music now if I'm packaging hits
Fuck a shank, fight a man with my fists
Name me another that's rapping like this
Back on my shit, packing a spliff
...Music now if I'm packaging hits
Fuck a shank, fight a man with my fists
Name me another that's rapping like this
Party in the cemetery, I just want you next to me
I'm missing them summer days of Export Chrome and Ecstasy
Cheap beer not Hennessy, drowning in my memories
See you in my better dreams, nostalgias always bittersweet
Party in the cemetery, I just want you next to me
I'm missing them summer days of Export Chrome and Ecstasy
Cheap beer not Hennessy, drowning in my memories
See you in my better dreams, nostalgias always bittersweet
Nostalgias always bittersweet
Nostalgias always bittersweet
See you in my better dreams, nostalgias always bittersweet