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letra de last laugh - spit syndicate

[verse 1: jimmy nice]
steam trains roll through erskineville in summertime
i’m maybe three, that’d make it eighty-nine
jacaranda trees seen through a baby’s eyes
destined to sprout, branch out and take flight
i write it all down ‘fore the petals hit the ground
handful of who knew me then still know me now
the loudest out the crowd never make a f-ckin’ sound
i bet it’s ’cause i’m nice with the pen, yo, hold me down
enriched with the wisdom of my late pops
a superhero, nan be the family rock
we used to rock tea towels as a cape to the shops
now we fight fear, shoot clips and blow spots
still a hero i am not, nor am i the first to
gain self worth from never having a lot
like a young bright nurse tryna juggle shift work
got food on the table and a baby in the cot

[interlude: jack menashe]
“they may not have best car, but they have the best clothing. and it was very important for them because when they put that suit or that leather jacket on, or whatever it was, they were king.”

[verse 1 (cont.): jimmy nice]
i get up in this booth, give a couple kids proof
no better way to sell it than be telling you the truth
maybe i’m bad at lying or just mad defiant
still a kid climbing up that corrugated iron roof
still trace smoke through the sky, man
now i paint the picture for you from where i stand
understand that i am
unconcerned with flying, i am trying to land
just trying to chill, build a castle in the sand
tide’s getting higher; i’m eyeing your sleight of hand
little do they know i’ve got plans to buy some land
and build it on higher ground with this mic in my right hand
over my heart, what’s my plight as a man?
i look left at the lights; try to do right where i can
words of a wiser man, said i’m still resigned to first
’cause i base all relations on racing to get to third
word, word on the pillow is i’m a player
and believe me when i say it looks much better on paper
maybe i’m a hater, or am i the product
of losing the one you want and seeing all your friends date her
my pens greater, sensei zen greater, underrated
no one else on my wave, i’m kelly slater
later for that fake sh-t, game theory, we here to stay sh-t
fibonacci numbers in the matrix

[chorus: jimmy nice]
i’m standing on the back of a giant
looking at all things smaller than i am
who want the last laugh?
who get the last laugh?
i look up and i see clouds ahead, dead silence
mother got it down to a science
who want the last laugh?
n0body hear the last laugh?

[verse 2: nick lupi]
it all starts with one step
find us, we live and direct
misguided, that hot sh-t’s right at your front steps
surprise suckers, i ain’t done yet
they think the world of me, i think much less
we burn the kush high up on the sundeck
eyes redder than a bush fire sunset
or first light after the blood shed
as i stare at the sky, wonder what’s next
push the price up higher, ain’t had enough yet
we won’t be satisfied till there’s none left
the food bowl turned dry, river run red
racking up debts, till we up to our necks
see mama nature gon’ f-ck us all, she getting undressed
a lifelong big dry, that’s her rough s-x
and the change of the tides is her unrest
yet we idle, deny she is upset
we put it down to the price of success
cost of doing business, rising unchecked
as we climb past the records that we once set
unbridled excess, f-ck yes
but you gon’ see the rise of the undead
or maybe pigs fly like a f-ckin’ jet
before i buy into what the government says
when tellin’ us our way of life is under threat
you gotta read between the lines and the subtext
self-interest lining the war chest
what’s life but sudden death?
it all ends how it began, with one breath
[?] double s

- spit syndicate

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