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When the summer sun is shining on Australia’s happy land
Round countless fires, in strange attire in many solemn bands
Of glum Australians watching as the lunch goes up in flames
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that it’s barby time again

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
It’s a national institution, it’s Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a barbeque!

The Scots eat lots of haggis, the French eat snails and frogs
The Greeks throw kakis on their mousakis, and the Chinese love hot dogs
The Welshmen love to have a leek, the Irish like thier stew
But you just can’t beat that half-cooked meat at an Aussie barbeque

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
It’s a national institution, it’s Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a barbeque

There’s flies stuck to the margarine, the bread has gone rock hard
The kids are fighting and the mossies are biting, who forgot the aeroguard?
There’s bull ants in the eskie, and the beer is running out
And what you saw in Mom’s cole slaw, you just don’t think about

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
It’s a national institution, it’s Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a barbeque

And when the barby’s over and your homeward way you wend
With a queezy tummy on the family dummy, many lonely hours you’ll spend
You might find yourself reflecting, like many often do
Come rain or shine that’s the bloody last time that you’ll have a barbeque!

When the steaks are burning fiercely, when the smoke gets in your eyes
When the snacks all taste like fried toothpaste and your mouth is full of flies
It’s a national institution, it’s Australian through and through
So come on mate and grab your plate, let’s have a barbeque

(feat. Tay Walker)

[NOT FULL]

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
(Yeah, yeah)
Trap …[?] weekend
Catch me …[?] in the rye

[Verse 2: Mac Miller]

You wanna live life fast
Be careful ’cause you just might crash

[Intro]
I’m in shock
The nerve, the audacity
Okay

[Verse]
So if you rebuke me for working with someone else on a couple of Vs
What do you really think of the nigga that’s making your beats?
I’ve done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I pop style for 30 hours, then let him repeat
Now, you popping up with the jokes, I’m dead, I’m asleep
I just left from over by y’all putting pen to the sheets
Tired of sitting quiet, and helping my enemies eat
Keep getting temperature checks
They know that my head overheats
Don’t know why the fuck you niggas listen to Denim or Steve
Must’ve had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam
Y’all are the spitting image of whatever jealousy breeds
Don’t push me when I’m in album mode
You not even top 5 as far as your label talent goes
You send shots, well, I got to challenge those
But I bring Calicos to the Alamo
I could never have a Virgil in my circle and hold him back ’cause he makes me nervous
I wanna see my brothers flourish to their higher purpose
You niggas leeches and serpents
I think it’s good that now the teachers are learning, yeah
Your brother said, it was your cousin then him, then you
So, you don’t rap what you did, you just rap what you knew
Don’t be ashamed, it’s plenty niggas that do what you do
There’s no malice in your heart, you’re an approachable dude
Man, you might’ve sold to college kids for Nike Mercedes
But you act like you sold drugs for Escobar in the ’80s
I had a microphone of yours, but then the signature faded
I think that pretty much resembles what’s been happening lately
Please believe your demise will be televised, yeah
And as for Q, man, I changed his life a couple times
Nigga was at Kroger working double time
Ya’ll acting like he made the boy when I was trying to help the guy
Yeah, who gassed you to play with me?
Man, you made this shit as easy as ABCs
Whoever supposedly making me hits, but then got no hits sound like they need me
My hooks did it, my lyrics did it, my spirit did it
I’m fearless with it, yeah
I really shouldn’t have given you none of my time
‘Cause you older than the nigga you running behind
Look, holla at me when you multi-million
I told you keep playing with my name and I’ma let it ring on you
Like Virginia Williams
I’m too resilient, get out your feelings
It’s gonna be a cruel summer for you
I told Weezy and Baby “I’ma done him for you”
Tell ‘Ye we got a invoice coming to you
Considering that we just sold another 20 for you

[Outro]
To be honest
Duppy

[Intro]
(It’s me, Super Brick!)
Yep, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Heh, ayy yeah

[Chorus]
Everyday we lit, that’s the mix, yeah
Drive through style for the fix, yeah (skrt)
Ice in my sprite n’ on my wrist, yeah
That’s the mix yeah, that’s the mix yeah, yeah
Everyday we lit, that’s the mix, yeah
Drive through style for the fix, yeah
Ice in my sprite n’ on my wrist yeah
That’s the mix yeah, that’s the mix yeah (yeah)
Oo-oo-ooh, that’s the mix, yeah
Oo-oo-ooh, that’s the mix, yeah
Oo-oo-ooh, that’s the mix, yeah
Oo-oo-ooh, that’s the mix yeah, yeah

[Verse]
They say that I’m lit I guess I is yeah (I am)
Doin’ me is all I ever did yeah yeah (swear to God)
Nah this isn’t that and that ain’t this yeah (that ain’t this)
One of one, I ain’t got a twin, yeah yeah
And my thirst stay quenched yeah
Aw that’s some number tens for my friends, yeah yeah (for real)
That’s why I gotta smile big, yeah (thanks)
Look, I fall on my heart, not a trend, yeah yeah (you dig)
Nah that doesn’t move me, sadder than the music (ya)
Realer than the movies, I got something t’d up
Somewhere in Ibiza
Sippin’ mix my sprite, tropic berry with my feet up (ooh)
Yeah, only at McDonald’s though (yeah)
Yeah, I’m on my way I gotta go (what’s that?)
Budu-bu-bu-buu, I’m lovin’ it
Filling up my cup, keep it coming yeah

[Chorus]
Ye, everyday we lit, that’s the mix, yeah
Drive through style for the fix, yeah (skrt)
Ice in my sprite n’ on my wrist, yeah
That’s the mix yeah, that’s the mix yeah, yeah (okay)
Everyday we lit, that’s the mix, yeah (okay)
Drive through style for the fix, yeah (skrt)
Ice in my sprite n’ on my wrist, yeah
That’s the mix yeah, that’s the mix yeah, yeah
Oo-oo-ooh, that’s the mix, yeah
Oo-oo-ooh, that’s the mix, yeah
Oo-oo-ooh, that’s the mix, yeah
Oo-oo-ooh, that’s the mix, yeah yeah
Only at McDonald’s though

(feat. Zara Larsson)

[Verse 1: Zara Larsson]
We’re born to fly
So let’s keep living ’til it all falls down
Let’s close our eyes
And let the moment drive the whole world out

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
We’re in this together
Hear our hearts beat together
We stand strong together
We’re in this forever
This one’s for you
This one’s for you

[Breakdown]

[Verse 2: Zara Larsson]
Waving colored flags
We won’t surrender, there’s no standing down
There’s a playing field
It’s full of winners, we’re breaking new ground

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
We’re in this together
Hear our hearts beat together
We stand strong together
We’re in this forever
This one’s for you
This one’s for you

[Breakdown]

[Bridge: Zara Larsson]
In this together
Woah, woah
Oooooh

[Chorus: Zara Larsson]
We’re in this together
Hear our hearts beat together
We stand strong together
We’re in this forever
This one’s for you