365 lyrics

[Chorus: Remi Kolawole]

We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are

We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are

[Verse 1: Remi Kolawole]

I just woke up somewhere on the north side

On a couch I don't recognise, man, I really wish I had foresight

I had so many glasses last night, I've still got four eyes

And it's like the fourth time in half a fortnight

I really need to sort my shit out

Thoughts I'm suppressing of hurt are suppressing my work

Yep, depression's the worst

Need to focus on what's at stake, should be fearful

If I don't nail this music shit then my career's through

I'm back selling jeans, parents giving me earfuls

"Get a real job like all of your peers do

They're probably watching you fail through the rear-view

Of their B-M-Dub, wearing a cashmere suit

We know you don't really give a fuck what other kids do

But you're a man now and those other kids grew, you didn't"

(Thanks, Mum) Finish my monologue

Go downstairs, hit the loo for after grog and bog

Raid the fridge, Rekorderlig is my hair of the dog

Then hit the streets, see my brother Tom Scott

And it's all love

[Chorus: Remi Kolawole & Tom Scott]

We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are

(Rem! What the fuck are you doin'?)

We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are

(You know the sunshine never comes soon enough

Then we don't have to)

[Verse 2: Tom Scott]

I bought this shit, knowing damn well I can't afford the shit

Snorted all of it and ordered more of it

I'm poor as shit now, I'm talking shit now

How I'm gonna sort this shit out

One of these days, like I'm on some Mormon shit

But when you always on tour and shit

All that shit doesn't really stick, you can always get more of it

Before you even thought of it, somebody's sorted it out now

And pouring it out and it's pure as shit

Shit was lit 'til the sun hit the morning with the light

Like a vampire and now I'm falling with the moon

Feeling like a huge, living piece of walking shit

Even blew the twenty that I was using to snort the shit

What's the point? What's it for? What's it all about?

Is there nothing more to this life but a walk to the grave?

Another day, nothing changed

But the store selling coffee on my street

Where the pub was before

I was walking past there, heading for the court to

Chuck a ball in the hoop, just for the sport

Stuck up in the skin I wore from the night before

Pawned all of my endorphins for pure euphoria

And reality just kicked in

Feeling like the piece of shit that I just slipped in

But just in time, heard somebody called, "Bruv!"

Looked up, what the fuck? Sure enough, it's all love

[Chorus: Remi Kolawole]

We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are

We are gonna get to the sunshine, we are

• Artist:REMI (Australia)
• Album:Divas & Demons (2016)