SINGER: Hilltop Hoods

SONG:Nosebleed Section

For my people in the front
in the nosebleed section

This is for the headsets lovin the mix
my people in the front row covered in spit
batters in the box suffer the pitch
hilltop hoods ooh up in this ditch

So we the funk leaders
punx you can't beat us
we bump the bump metres
we jump you chumps need us

So jump with us
down the fron entrance
(what's your flavour)
your flavour
come get drunk with us

This life turned out nothing like I had planed
(why not)
by now I should have had some land
some money in my hand
round about 50 grand

But I got nothin (nothin)
I write rhymes on the bus
I keep sufferin (sufferin)
from the lines and the dust
you keep sniffin
that stuff is for the bong
crazy shit is for my bros
my people in the front row

Chorus:
you know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
ho ho

You know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
ho ho

Check it out
I got hip hop taste buds
I wanna feel that bass when I make love
wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up
write rhymes to get me through a break up

Rather whisky straight (no chaser)
went through 50 breaks (no flavour)
till I found this one (and made the)
bass loop with the drum (my savior)

This the come back
tongue that's
sharp like a thumb tac
so tight jams the same (keep my flip back)

One track, eight track
gave that residual
noise band funk
that we claim with the digital

Toys from the apatchy
you're failing to match me
throw ya hands in the air
like ya hailing a taxi

And move to the funk flow
ya stepping now ya drunk bro
this is for my peeps and the freaks
in the front row

Chorus:
you know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
ho ho

You know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
ho ho

People don't complain
if stuff isn't hip
and you're in the front row
all covered in beer

And club owners don't say
the place is werecked it's your fault
if the roof is on fire
its an electrical fault

Now I bet you will bolt
when I bring it live
like friday night footy
in my hoody yakkin harder

Get live from the breaks
on the place one
lads if you're headin to the bar
grab your mates one

Ladies come chill
come right for me honey
I got like half a mill
with monopoly money

There's no stoppin me honey
so you can take my hand
lay on the beach
and count grains of sand

Take a plane to japan
and drink sakI with the mafia
fly to libia for some bacardi
we'll get da for you

Dinner date
followed by a funk show (uh)
we'll rip off our rops
jump around in the front row

Chorus:
you know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
ho ho

You know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
ho ho

Put me here and I'm all yours
it's not for the money
and it's not for the applause
oh no no
(it's for the nosebleed section)

Chorus:
you know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
ho ho

You know I've looked around
for faces I'd know
I fell in love with the people in the front row
ho ho