The Nosebleed Section

[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 (Sampled)] 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 [Verse 2: Suffa] 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, fuck 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 [Chorus: Melanie Safka (Sampled)] 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 [Verse 3: Suffa] 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 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 [Chorus: Melanie Safka (Sampled)] 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 [Bridge: Melanie Safka (Sampled)] 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) [Chorus: Melanie Safka (Sampled)] 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