Lyrics
(Intro)
Ohhhh… the Projects…
Touch down late — air so thick, can’t dodge it.
Spotlight uhh, moonlight uhh — Fiji nights start like that.
(Hook)
Ohhhh the Projects, we get off the plane,
Moonlight drippin’, Bula! through the rain.
He hits the bula back, eyes fade black,
Spotlight uhh, moonlight uhh — no lookin’ back.
(Verse 1)
Shangri-La lights hum low and slow,
Girls drop bags, we move in the glow.
Me and Rhys hit the beach, can’t see the sand,
No boardies in sight, just salt on our hands.
(Pre-Chorus)
Palm trees sway, hearts get loud,
Dark sky heavy, we blend with the crowd.
No phones, no plans, no shame —
Just island smoke whisperin’ names.
(Verse 2)
Back to the room, lights dim, no care,
We see that chair — that special chair.
Eyes lock quick, yeah, we both just stare,
I laugh and say, “That’s Josh’s favourite chair.”
The Cuck King throne, untouched and clean,
Stories of the night that nobody’s seen.
(Hook)
Ohhhh the Projects, we get off the plane,
Shadow on the water, whisper my name.
He hits the bula back, and he starts to grin,
Spotlight uhh, moonlight uhh — it begins.