Bliss n Eso - Flying Through The City lyrics

All engines go, yo, I'm ready for blast off
We've been in the building
They're looking for car spots
I got the pedal to the
Metal in a monster truck
A full tank and a constant rush
I just jump to the front
Like a track at Daytona
With a super fat twenty-eight
Pack of crayolas i colour the canvas
I'm the tycoon of my tunes
I fly through like a typhoon at high noon
I'm a runaway slave on a runaway train
Trying to turn pain to a summer day rave
Motherfuckers make way 'cause I
Spit like a shotgun
I'm here to stay like bitch I got top bunk
From the boy who dared to dream to be bigger
The supersonic sunset sight scenery flipper
The stereo slideshow
Blaze a bag of good crop here we go
My folk wave the flag of Woodstock
The visual is epic, my lyrics are a head-trip
And trust when I bust I got
The minerals to bless it
They're all sheep to my cattle dog rhyming
'Cause my fleet's more street then
The Paddle pop lion

It's all right in the city, people look nice
Kind of pretty
Even though it's a little dirty
It's all right in the city
If you know where to go
If you know where to go

Boombox on blast, blazed in a Kombi
I walk what I talk and
It's shaking the concrete
Chase my jet stream
I'm going into the heavens
A great escape where I live as a legend
So press play and set it to soothe
The styles us
Making waves when we get in the groove
They hear us broadcast from
A beautiful bungalow
Our rumble grows like the
Hooves of the buffalo
So go, go, Johnny, go, go, go go Johnny go
So B'n'E, the black sheep have you any wool
Yes sir, yes sir, three lads full
And I roll with dope rhymes and a lot of kin
Hitting summertime coastline metropolitans
Flying through the lights in the
Centre of the civic
One life, bet I'm going to live it
Going to bend her to the limit

It's all right in the city, people look nice
Kind of pretty
Even though it's a little dirty
It's all right in the city
If you know where to go
If you know where to go

I'm a mad monkey having lunch with stray cats
On a grand brumby with the luck of saint pat
In my damn undies with a blunt and 8 track
Mad hungry like I'm Nudge from Hey Dad
I'm on a level that you'll never be mate
You'd need to finish every game
That's ever been made
So get ready for my Syd City committee
Moose dog Macka, shitty bo bitty
In my hang glider
Got my eye socket in my Spy Optics
I been hot, slingshot in my sky rocket
Fly in my flock, air platoon
Pop the pop, one hit wonder hot air balloons
Drop the top in the summer
Got to blare the tunes
I'm a skinny white boy
Give papa bear some room
Shit we rock no matter the weather
The bold B'n'E is back, bigger, badder
Better and we're

It's all right in the city, people look nice
Kind of pretty
Even though it's a little dirty
It's all right in the city
If you know where to go
If you know where to go

Love on the street in the city
Summertime's mean in the city
Baby it's great in the city, just
A little bit of hate, what a pity