[Verse 1: Reason]
We from a southern land, backpacker type of men
Wondering 'bout the strand, and the hype of Big Ben
Man, tell my U.K brethren, i'm wishing gradually, one day i'll pay a visit to the Brixton Academy
I dream, i recall, when i was a teen, i used to feign for the places that i hadn't been
Just because being Aussie, well played scene [?] busting London, posse blade and DJ supreme [?]
And we're generation savers, [?] sound clashes, with nations of neighbours we play too in the ashes [?]
Okay you have a cash-out before i depart, hard crushing, maybe fetchy, yet a bowl for lava [?]
So i'mma start the Reason behind this track, the old darting like a vegan [?] that's that, and that's a fact
'nuff chit-chat, come tell us something true, no bluffin', night trip to London
[Chorus: Pressure x2]
We cloud surf through all of Earth's borders, transcend gravity for our next performance
That's what makes my world go round, another 48 hours till the sun goes down
[Verse 2: Pressure]
I rise early at midnight, to in flight, economy class got me feelin' like I hitchhiked
Making records but i'm still a fan [?] that's why i travel the Earth and my world weighs thirty kilograms
Blurred vision, and nerves kickin' certainly isn't my dear luxury when it hurts sitting
Another time, another person, a place, not claustrophobic i just hate you'll in my personal space
But check it, we do it all so the blood can connect, the love and respect we get, tearing up in a set
If you getting up in a jet, then kill another regret [?] disrespect to each and every motherfucker i met
We only wait for the next cloud, and well i'm proud, i tell my sounds getting me around the world
I don't ever doubt myself, ain't that some'in? another twenty four hours from Adelaide to London, uh
[Chorus: Pressure x2]
We cloud surf through all of Earth's borders, transcend gravity for our next performance
That's what makes my world go round, another 48 hours till the sun goes down
[Verse 3: Reason]
I'm a travelling man, from the land of the ditch
Spent my time imagining about London Bridge, then one time
I left the Aussie sunshine, rough landing in Heathrowe, minus the heat bro
Go for a swim, ah, cruise in the ten
Spit rap, sing music by the right of them
Just 'fore i toast over ghost' bomb beat, the most hustling by bootleggers on Bond Street
So i cussed 'em, told 'em what i'm gonna do to them, dubbed a double decker bus to scope Wilmington (it's true)
The weather hits hard like Frank Bruno, spent time at Greenwich Park (hurry, it's Cuzzy Stark [?])
Run and see cunts, buffer boys, Doc Martins, chill with Kiwi Aussies at Coventry Gardens (haha)
Sport tartans, the bull be my team, i'm departing dribbly lines to school the queen [?]
[Chorus: Pressure x2]
We cloud surf through all of Earth's borders, transcend gravity for our next performance
That's what makes my world go round, another 48 hours till the sun goes down
*DJ scratching of "I'm everywhere, you ain't never there and various other voices*
