The Nosebleed Section Hilltop Hoods

[Intro: Suffa]
For my people in the front
In the nosebleed section

[Verse 1: Suffa]
This is for the heads that's loving the mix
My people in the front, all covered in spit
Batter's 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 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, 'round about fifty grand
But I got nothing, I write rhymes on the bus
I keep suffering; fuck 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

[Chorus: Melanie Safka]
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