Hilltop Hoods - Nosebleed Section Lyrics
Hilltop Hoods The Nosebleed SectionFor my people in the frontIn the nosebleed sectionThis is for the heads thats loving the mix,My people in the front all covered in spit,Batter's in the box, (oww) suffer to pitch (what?),Hilltop hoods all up in this *****.And we the funk [leaders], punks you cant [beat us],We bump and pump [meters], we drunk you chumps [need us],So, jump [with us], down in the front [if it's],(If it's your flavour) Your flavour come get drunk [with us] (woo).This life turned out nothing like I had planned...(Why not?)By now I shouldve had some [land],Some money in my [hand], round about fifty grand,But I got nothing (nothing), I write rhymes on the bus,I keep suffering (suffering), ***** the lines of the dust,You keep sniffing, that shit is for the [punk hoes],This shit is for my bros (woo), my people in the front row.You know, I looked around, the faces Id know,I fell in love with the people in the front row.You know, I looked around, the faces Id know,I fell in love with the people in the front row.Check it outI got [hip-hop taste buds],I wanna hear that [bass when I make love],I wanna hear some [lyrics when I wake up],Write rhymes to [get me through a break up] *****!Like my whisky straight, [no chaser],Went through fifty breaks, [no flavour],Till I found this one, [and made the],Bass hook with the drum, [my savior],This is the comeback, tongue thats sharp like a thumbtack,Its so tight James is saying give my funk back!,One track, eight track, gave that residualNoise, man ***** that, we clean with the digital,Toys Im the Apache, youre failing to match me,Throw your hands in the air like youre hailing a taxi,And move to the funk flow, you stepping? Are you drunk bro?This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row.You know, I looked around, the faces Id know,I fell in love with the people in the front row.You know, I looked around, the faces Id know,I fell in love with the people in the front row.People dont complain if Suffas in here,And youre in the front row, all covered in beer,And club owners dont say the place is wrecked its your fault (uh uh),If the roof is on fire its an electrical fault (woo),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 youre heading to the bar grab [your mates one],Ladies come chill, [come rock with me honey],I got like half a mill in [monopoly money],Theres no stopping me honey, so you can [take my hand],We can lay on the beach and count [grains of sand],Or take a plane to Japan, and drink [saki with mafia],Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with [Gadafi]A dinner date, followed by a funk show (oww),Well rip off (woo) our tops and jump around in the front row.You know, I looked around, the faces Id know,I fell in love with the people in the front row.You know, I looked around, the faces Id know,I fell in love with the people in the front row.Put me here, and Im all yours,Not for the money and its not for the applause, no oh no no noIts for the nosebleed section.You know, I looked around, the faces Id know,I fell in love with the people in the front row.You know, I looked around, the faces Id know,I fell in love with the people in the front row.
