Karaoké The Nosebleed Section Hilltop Hoods

For my people in the front in the nosebleed section

This is for the heads that's lovin' the mix

My people in the front all covered in spit

Batter's in the box

Suffa to pitch

Hilltop Hoods all up in this bitch

And we the funk leaders

Punks you can't beat us

We bump and pump meters

We drunk

You chumps need us so

Jump with us down the front if it's your flavor

Come get drunk with us

This life turned out nothin' like I had planned

By now I should've had some land

Some money in my hand

'Round about fifty grand

But I got nothin'

I write rhymes on the bus

I keep sufferin'

Fuck the lines of the dust

You keep sniffin'

That shit is for the punk hoes

This shit is for my bros

My people in the front row

You know I looked around for faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row oh no no no

You know I looked around for faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row oh no no no

Check it out

I got hip-hop taste buds

I wanna hear that bass when I make love

Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up

Write rhymes to get me through a break up

Rough like whisky straight

No chaser

Went through fifty breaks

No flavor

'Till I found this one and made the bass hook with the drum my savior

This is a comeback, tongue that's sharp like a thumbtack

It's so tight James is sayin'

Give my funk back

One track, eight track

ADAT, residual noise

Man fuck that

We clean with the digital toys

I'm the Apache

You're failin' to match me

Throw your hands in the air like you're hailin' a taxi

And move to the funk flow

You steppin' are you drunk bro

This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row

You know I looked around for faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row oh no no no

You know I looked around for faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row oh no no no

People don't complain if Suffa's in here

And you're in the front row all covered in beer

And club owners don't say

The place is wrecked it's your fault

If the roof is on fire it's an electrical fault

Man I bet you all bolt when I bring it live

Like Friday night footy in my hoody I can hide, I

Get live on the breaks son like Pace One

Lads if you're headin' to the bar grab your mates one

Ladies come chill

Come rock with me honey

I got like half a mil' in Monopoly money

There's no stoppin' me honey so you can take my hand

We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand

And take a plane to Japan and drink saké with the mafia

Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gaddafi

A dinner date followed by a funk show

We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row

You know I looked around for faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row oh no no no

You know I looked around for faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row oh no no no

Put me here and I'm all yours

Not for the money and it's not for the applause

Uh uh

No

It's for the nosebleed section

Oh no no no

You know I looked around for faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row oh no no no

You know I looked around for faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row oh no no no