hillatoppa
Singer:hilltop hoods
so until the end of the marriage
cutting my neck from my back is the only severance package
for this veteran that is blessed and possessed with the language
in a profession that takes less than a second for pressure to vanish
i scream vocals clear in the hope your hearing your host
less we choke in fear of the smoke and mirrors
feeding my bleeding desire
so when p's behind the wheel indeed you'll need to retire cause i'm a
breath no less than seventy proof
yeah we connect with youth
when my left is caressing your tooth
invested in confessing the truth
the proof my sweat in the booth
hang around this ending with your neck in a noose
we're too fat to fall through the cracks
and i've never had quitting in mind
slit your wrist and consider this the finishing line
you better swallow your pride like lions eating their young
cos i'm a beast with a beat
and now that mr superflow's back on his feet
i'm going stupid bro so you can go back to your seat
i'm a hillatoppa filled with vodka and vinegar
more props than bollywood cinema
me and p will be drunk all summer
people are starving and they're putting lamborghini doors
on a fucking hummer? give some to the funky drummer
and i'll ride this beat like a drunken lover with no fucking rubber
i need you and see that you don't need me
but if you leave me alone
i'll fall apart and lose my seat on the throne