The Nosebleed Section

For my people in the front (front)

In the Nosebleed Section (section)

This is for the heads that's loving the mix

My people in the front, all covered in spit

Batters in the box (uh), Suffa to pitch (what)

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 its (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 50 grand

But I got nothing (nothin'), I write rhymes on the bus

I keep suffering (sufferin'); fuck the lines of the dust

You keep sniffing, that shit is for the punk hoes (whoa)

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

I 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 50 breaks, no flavour

'Til 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, ADAT, residual noise

Band funk that we claim 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 (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" (uh-huh)

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 yakkin' harder

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 mil' 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

And take a plane to Japan and drink saké 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

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, 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