歌手:Hilltop Hoods
专辑:《State Of The Art》

VERSE 1
Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa,
Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya,
Man me and P-Dela got a hella proper,
Flow, see what I’m saying like a teleprompter?
And you could never stop us, ******* posers,
Appetite for destruction like Guns N’ Roses,
We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop a,
Pain killer, pill popper, brain killer, slurring like,
Haim still a threat when we fill up a field,
Like an open air opera, sample a snare off a,
Vinyl they wanna take a piece like a sharecropper,
Stifle creativity, and its not fair ******s,
Before you try this just know that you’d have better luck,
Trying to stare off a man with no eyelids,
This is a rare offer so take advantage,
A carnival of carnage climbing out your garbage,
Man we’re off the hook like a carcass,
These bastards try and sell shares off an artist,
******* your share offer, cos we’re off the map,
And we can’t be bought with any fair offer,
Mattafact ******* unfair offers, can’t be bought,
What the pair offer can’t be taught,
I used to love her, then they kidnapped her,
Dragged her through the streets and they shaved her ******* hair off her
CHORUS
And she’s so ugly,
The music’s asking why he don’t love me,
You’ve been used by too many guys,
And now I can’t look you in the eye,
But when I met her, I was like she’s so lovely,
And she said ‘I’d let him cut me’, but now it’s like,
You’ve been used by too many guys,
And now I can’t look you in the eye,
Wish I never met her
VERSE 2: PRESSURE
This aint life in the fast lane,
This is hard rain, soaking and knowing you missed the last train,
This aint a date for the day,
It’s made that it stays timeless, they’ll never take that away,
This aint glamour and *******ne, cameras, dimes,
It’s me handling mine in hazardous times,
This aint love and romance it’s hate, gluttons and antics,
Paint bru*******ng the canvas, aint nothing attractive,
So ******* a make-over, cant take the weight like a pay loader,
Then we throw ya to the flame thrower,
This aint silver lined clouds,
It’s real and right now for the crowd to put a meal in my mouth,
This aint a beautiful temptress, nor a youthful apprentice,
In the cubical doing usual stretches,
It’s ugly and ravished, hungry and damaged,
But she’s mine and the only thing that loves me that matters
CHORUS
And she’s so ugly,
The music’s asking why he don’t love me,
You’ve been used by too many guys,
And now I can’t look you in the eye,
But when I met her, I was like she’s so lovely,
And she said ‘I’d let him cut me’, but now it’s like,
You’ve been used by too many guys,
And now I can’t look you in the eye,
Wish I never met her