The Nosebleed Section
The Nosebleed Section （远的位置）（）-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