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  • 作词 : Matthew Lambert/Daniel Smith/Barry Francis/Melanie Safka
    作曲 : Matthew Lambert/Daniel Smith/Barry Francis/Melanie Safka
    This is for the heads that's loving the mix
    My people in the front, all covered in spit
    Batters 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 in 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, around about fifty grand
    But I got nothing, I write rhymes on the bus
    I keep suffering **** 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 **** 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 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 sake 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
    It's not for the money and it's not for the applause, no
    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
  • 作词 : Matthew Lambert/Daniel Smith/Barry Francis/Melanie Safka
    作曲 : Matthew Lambert/Daniel Smith/Barry Francis/Melanie Safka
    This is for the heads that's loving the mix
    My people in the front, all covered in spit
    Batters 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 in 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, around about fifty grand
    But I got nothing, I write rhymes on the bus
    I keep suffering **** 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 **** 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 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 sake 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
    It's not for the money and it's not for the applause, no
    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