Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shredding The Balloon Restrung, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Album song Drinking From The Sun, Walking Under Stars Restrung, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hilltop Hoods
Song language: English
Shredding The Balloon Restrung |
Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined |
It’s grimy shit but naught that can’t be fixed with a little bit of spitshine |
Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier |
Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our |
neighbours |
I’d rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list |
Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist |
I go so hard on the pavement; |
I go so far with my statements |
That I don’t know where they end and where I start it’s all part of game it’s |
The farthest I’ve came since I started to play it, I spar with these artists, |
the heartless and brainless |
We’re harnessed by chains that are hard to escape and you change then they |
label us bastards or traitors |
They’re charlatans, they’re haters, they start on us but they’re fake as |
Our parliament, but don’t be disheartened by them pardon their failures |
If we don’t forgive our enemies, we’ll crawl the walls like centipedes |
Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy |
And we’ll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me |
John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers |
tear at me |
I’ve been waiting to come back |
Like where the hell is the show? |
Like a balloon on a thumbtack |
Getting ready to blow |
I’ve been waiting to come back |
Like where the hell is the show? |
Like a balloon on a thumbtack |
Getting ready to blow |
And it might blow up but it won’t go pop |
And it might blow up but it won’t burst |
She said she might grow old but she won’t grow up |
Well she might, but only if I go first |
She wears her heart on her sleeve like; |
she’s wearing a patch on her shoulder |
It’s not a matter of whether I can catch her, more a matter of whether I can |
hold her |
She thinks out loud she’s got me; |
she laughs with her whole body |
I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she’d even want me? |
Each night I find it’s the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening |
I lie down next to an angel; |
fall asleep and fly with my demons |
They say don’t live in the past and live each day like it was your last but |
I’d rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the |
glass |
Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents |
Sounds so serious don’t it? |
But I’m not concerned with a thing |
This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King |
The kings have arrived; |
we drink from the sky |
We fall from all ‘cause we think we can fly |
But our wings have been tied, and the whinging and lies |
Have me I’m wishing that I could bridge the divide |
You living the life? |
In the blink of an eye |
The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride |
Can all disappear so live for the rhyme |
Not material things your gift can provide |
I’ve been waiting to come back |
Like where the hell is the show? |
Like a balloon on a thumbtack |
Getting ready to blow |
I’ve been waiting to come back |
Like where the hell is the show? |
Like a balloon on a thumbtack |
I’m getting ready now, I’m getting ready |
Since State of the Art we’ve stayed in the yard just waiting to start this shit |
all over |
Laying in bars for a day-and-a-half, had to switch from gin to soda |
Then by like mid-October, record was six months over- |
Due and I‘m like, «Dude, what you expect? |
I’m only three months sober» |
Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers |
Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us # live la vida loca |
I’m gonna roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol |
So beautiful to know you all but for now, peace, I’m over |
And out |
I don’t wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go |
We won’t go, no, we won’t go |
I don’t wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go |
No, we won’t go, no, we won’t go, no |
I don’t wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go |
We won’t go, no, we won’t go |
I don’t wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go |
No, we won’t go, no, we won’t go, no |
As we proceed (as we proceed) |
To give you what you need (to give you what you need) |
As we proceed (as we proceed) |
To give you what you need (give you what you need) |