The Nosebleed Section

作词:Matthew Lambert,Barry Francis,Melanie,Daniel Smith

作曲:Matthew Lambert,Barry Francis,Melanie,Daniel Smith

所属专辑:The Nosebleed Section

标签: 酒吧 英语 嘻哈


歌曲名 The Nosebleed Section 歌手名 Hilltop Hoods

作词:Matthew Lambert+Daniel Smith+Barry Francis+Melanie Safka

作曲:Matthew Lambert+Daniel Smith+Barry Francis+Melanie Safka

Album by The Calling

Artist by Hilltop Hoods

Verse One Suffa

This is for the heads that s loving the mix

My people in the front all covered in spit

Batters 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 in the front if it s

Your flavour come get drunk with us

This life turned out nothing like

I had planned why not

By now I should ve had some land

Some money in my hand round about fifty grand

But I got nothing I write rhymes on the bus

I keep suffering fuck the lines of the dust

You keep sniffing that shit is for the punk hoes

This shit is for my bros my people in the front row

Verse Two Suffa

I got hip 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 bitch

Rough like whisky straight no chaser

Went through fifty breaks no flavour

Till I found this one and made the

Bass hook with the drum my saviour

This is the comeback tongue that s sharp like a thumbtack

It s so tight James is saying give my funk back

One track eight track a residual

Noise man fuck that we clean with the digital

Toys I m the Apache you re failing to match me

Throw your hands in the air like you re 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

Verse Three Suffa

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 can hide I

Gets live on the breaks son like pace one

Lads if you re 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

There s 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

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