Melbourne Sunset lyrics

[Chorus]

Floating on the mothership to the motherland

Going home for the first time in who knows when

Fly high as the pyramids

When I kick this, strictly for my immigrants

Floating on the mothership to the motherland

Going home for the first time in who knows when

Fly high as the pyramids

When I kick this, strictly for my immigrants

[Verse 1]

You know we rockin' for the homeland

Whenever we touch down up in your town

That's the way that we rock

Dirty dogs better stay low down

I ain't seen no red phones now

And no clowns save you taking the lot

Sending a message like the post

Our service to show how working

Up on your own dreams on the way to the top

I want my people to be so proud of what they're doing

That they will throw pounds when they're saying "What up?"

And if you're feeling this vibe, if you're feeling inclined

Motherfucker, get wild, 'cause we're making it hot

And, yeah, we're tryin' to get some figures

But only as real musicians

Yeah, we keep our shit legit, we're never faking the funk

And middle finger to the idiots who support all the bigots

Yeah, let's point out the biggest one, that's Tony Abbott

Fuck your medieval government, you fucking budgie smuggler

I don't know what you've got against this foreigner blood

But brother, you're out of order, need to get you deported

Don't worry, we'll keep your daughters

Because they're fucking hot

Go to vet, air-conditioner there, keeping this gal

I thought that shit was finished but I guess I was wrong

And I'm on, I keep on freak-freaking these hiss-weak frequencies

Made by the snare of the drum

Bring the muscle like a supplement

Bullshit, we're culling up, we're going dumb again

I need to just

[Refrain]

We play up, play up, dun-de-de

Yay-ya, yay-ya, dun-de-de

Yay-ya, yay-ya, dun-de-de

[Outro]

Ah-ha! Eh, do you– do you not know who this is?

Do– do you not know who you are messing with?

Eh, chale, chale

This is the House of Beige representatives

And when we are your shit

We cannot get jiggy with this shit

I, I would not even wipe my shit with your shit

You see, you see, we, we are– we get buck wild

This is cassava, a plant here, with melted chilli pepper

And don't forget the okra

We are the okra of the year, uh-huh

Now, now, I must ask: Who is this "Remi"?

I want the N'fa Jones, he got many techniques, yeah

I like that boy, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh

We get down, yeah, yeah, uh-huh

Eh, Remi? We get down, yeah, yeah, cha!

• Artist:REMI (Australia)
• Album:Raw x Infinity (2014)