Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Nosebleed Section, artist - Hilltop Hoods. Date of issue: 28.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Nosebleed Section |
| For my people in the front |
| In the nosebleed section |
| This is for the heads that's loving 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 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 |
| You know I looked around for faces I'd know |
| I fell in love with the 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 |
| 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 (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 a comeback, tongue that’s sharp like a thumbtack |
| It's so tight James is saying, "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 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 |
| You know I looked around for faces I'd know |
| I fell in love with the 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 |
| 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 heading 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 stopping 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 |
| You know I looked around for faces I'd know |
| I fell in love with the people in the front row |
| Put me here and I'm all yours |
| Not for the money and it's not for the applause |
| No, oh no, no, no |
| (It's for the nosebleed section) |
| You know I looked around for faces I'd know |
| I fell in love with the 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 |