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 entrance (if it's your flavor) Your flavor, 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 fifty 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 (Ho how) You know I looked around, for faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row (Ho how, check it out) 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! Rather whiskey straight, no chaser Went through fifty breaks, no flavor Till I found this one, and made the Bass hook with the drum, my savior 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, a-dat, 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 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 (Ho how) You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row (Ho how) 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 hoodie 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 mafia Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Qaddafi 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 (Ho how) You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row (Ho how) Look 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 (Ho how) You know I looked around, for faces I'd know I fell in love with the people in the front row (Ho how)