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This song is by Way Of The Eagle, features Illy and appears on the album Cinematic (2013) by ​Illy.

Original video
One, two, three, four, five
Uh huh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah ya yeah yeah yeah
One, two, three, four, five

Yeah let's take it back to when simplicity ruled
Change of clothes in my backpack
All the cool kids ditchin' on school
(Peace)
No respect for the rules
(Nope)
Politicians on news
Fast forward to the present
Complexity ensues
Goin' live on both times
When popular decides
Media monopolies monitor from the skies
Pollies and economists
They column on the right
While scholars and encologists
Hold on for life
It seems like real life and fantasy collide
To a point
Cross a line
Get some panties in a bind
Don't cross it, bind others
Life tangled up and tie it down
You mind if we skip the panic for a night
I'm like look
This kitchen's got way too many cooks
I'm like Solange in a lift
Hittin way too many hooks
And it's all so serious
But that ain't any good
Take a life page from the kid's books
Man put it like

One, two, three, four, five
We sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da
One, two, three, four, five
We sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da da da
One, two, three, four, five
And we still sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da
One, two, three, four, five

Yeah yeah
Now some people chase fame, that's insane
That ain't thought out at all
No round of applause
When you walk out the door
Cost an arm and a leg and your privacy
Then fork out some more
From a drawn out divorce
Fought out in court
Real life ain't Kardashian
I use trashy magazines to roll blunts
Bills to light 'em up
Finest that you mean
Psych
Man I ain't rude I'm just passionate
See if I curse mid-verse it's an accident
Fuck it we out here
Stackin' vices on vices
But who are you to judge
Puttin' prices on prices
Paved paradises
I trade for the climate
While the future of the free world
Sways on a knife edge
It's simple science pal
Shit I hope the tidals routes shift
And flood every single climate change [?]
Until then I'm hanging ten
With a pad and a pen
Blunt and the [?]
Bravo, quittin' it I'm counting

One, two, three, four, five
We sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da
One, two, three, four, five
We sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da da da
One, two, three, four, five
And we still sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da
One, two, three, four, five

And Imma put it down like
And if I make myself say
It's no surprise that the whole world fed up
Lie down once we made our bed up
And wait for change but it ain't no better
So I'll be on my way
And take my queue and a [?] with me
Nowadays man it's all so tricky
But I ain't tryna hear that
I ain't tryna hear that

Man kill that noise call the searches off
Pump diesel hurdle off
Deep fried murder at the burger spot
First person shooters
And the bias news cycle then [?] to God
Rots your brain quick as soda pop you're slurpin on
A worthy mix of those certain spinnin advertisements
Clergymen, preservatives
Those brand new lights to purger with
Banks, suits and those corporate ties that they mergin with
Ignorance is bliss
Give me that
In return I'm singing

One, two, three, four, five
We sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da
One, two, three, four, five
We sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da da da
One, two, three, four, five
And we still sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da
One, two, three, four, five
And we still sing it like
Da da da da da da da da da