Above The Canopy

歌詞

You’d swap it all, swap it in a second From bust to boom, you’d uproot it in a session Something bigger beckons, you could have investors More than a line of work, it’s a line of living that impresses Too refined for the wretched, yo where’s the respect In that? No need to mention that, they’ll get defensive Where your new friends live, nothing’s too expensive Cursed to be the subject of envy Ya met with Saudi princes in penthouse suites Where you joke about a run for a senator’s seat Turnbull know as well as Berlesconi know it to be Cash rules everything around me, cream get the Money, do as Donald Trump did and brother keep It coming, keep your motor and Moey running Pimped out steady slumming, son of a mogul Daughter of a magnate, both agreeably noble And you would swap it all to be connected with an oligarch An army of aristocrats with their collars up Button up in Zurich, undo em in Florida Never let em know that you were once a commoner Can it be, that you above the canopy It’s taken more than touching wood, it’s all good Glory bound but heavy is the head that wears the crown So don’t look down You’d swap it all, swap it for the jewels Ain’t I ain’t talking about the trash around the neck of fools Talkin Tutankhamen and enough to fill up pools When you take em from the tombs you can set your own rules You don’t need a getaway with a fleet of Bentleys/ Billion dollar black holes does not imply it’s empty Same shit different century, triple A reserve Evening gowns, black tie and hor’deurves You could swap it for the burbs, the lawn And the letterbox, a legacy your daughter will be the heiress of Then she’ll never miss the charm of an arms dealer Softened by his diamonds and chinchilla He’ll look around the hall and whisper that they’re all killers Make love in the master room of the king’s villa Become a narcissistic dame with an insecure son Blazer wearing cocky little cunt Loves the hunt the thrill of killing rabbits Hates his trophy wife and her heroin habit They live in different wings of the mansion And Let their kids run loose cos they can pay off any ransom Can it be, that you above the canopy It’s taken more than touching wood, it’s all good Glory bound but heavy is the head that wears the crown So don’t look down You’d swap it all every litre of blood If it left you with the bloodline of a landowner, what wouldn’t you handover? No need to keep the coupon on the ticket stubs Someone else can cut the lantana while you cut the lambada Doesn’t matter that your grandfather owned nothing Now you’re selling gas pipelines to the Russians And kissing cousins is as cool as fuck Cos it’s better than a mongrel, better than an uncle The ear of a general, the mouth of his daughter She giving you much better head than the wife of the former Stakes are increasing in tempo just like Zorba Millionaires who get sent to trial cry paupers Skate like Torvill & Dean over the system Invitations from the queen to Sunday Christians You don’t need to know the rules to break it/ cos You were born to make it/ take it all the way it’s automated Wait up can it be/ that you above the canopy It’s taken more than touching wood, it’s all good Glory bound but heavy is the head that wears the crown But don’t look down...