The Nosebleed Section (Explicit)

The Nosebleed Section (Explicit) - Hilltop Hoods

Written by：Melanie Safka/Daniel Smith/Matthew Lambert/Barry Francis

For my people in the front

In the nosebleed section

This is for the headsets loving the mix

My people in the front all covered in spit

Batters in the box

Oww

Suffa to pitch

What

Hilltop hoods all up in this b**ch

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

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 should've 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

F**k the lines of the dust

You keep sniffing

That sh*t is for the punk hoes

This sh*t is for my bros

My people in the front row

You know I looked around

The faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

You know I looked around

The faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

Check it up

I 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

B**ch

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-dat residual

Noise man f**k 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

The faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

You know I looked around

The 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

Uh uh

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

Woo

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

Uhh

We'll rip off our tops

And jump around in the front row

You know I looked around

The faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

You know I looked around

The 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

The faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row

You know I looked around

The faces I'd know

I fell in love with the people in the front row