Lyrics of Flying through the city

Eso: all engines go you, i'mm 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.
Bliss: i just jump to the front like a track at daytona / with a super fat 28 pack of crayolas / i colour the canvas, i'm the tycoon of my tunes / i fly through like a tycoon at high noon.
Eso: i'm a runaway slave on a runaway train / trying to turn pain to a summer day rave / motherfuckers make way cuz i spit like a shotgun / i'm here to stay like bitch i got top bunk.
Bliss: 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.
Eso: 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 / cuz my fleet's more street then the paddle pop lion.
Chorous: it's alright in the city, people look nice, kind of pretty / even though it's a little dirty, it's alright in the city / if you know where to go / if u know where to go.
Eso: boombox on blast, blazed in a kombi / i walk what i talk and its shaking the concrete / chase my jet stream, i'm going into the heavens / a great escape where i live as a legend.
Bliss: 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 bne the black sheep have you any cool / yes sir, yes sit, 3 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 / 1 life, bet i'm going to live it, going to bend her to the limit.
Chorous: it's alright in the city, people look nice, kind of pretty / even though it's a little dirty, it's alright in the city / if you know where to go / if u know where to go.
Eso: 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.
Bliss: 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 1 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 bne is back, bigger, badder, better and we're.
Chorous: it's alright in the city, people look nice, kind of pretty / even though it's a little dirty, it's alright in the city / if you know where to go / if u know where to go.
End vocal: 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.