Letras:
Hoods

Verse One a?? Pressure In life, we struggle as individuals, A fine line between a clichA© saying and something original, As if in death we left something

Oi P it's your round Na it's your round Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round! Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the

Verse 1 a?? Suffa I got to jump back and kiss myself, The Hoods have comeback to rip this girl, Live on the drum track you dissed yourself, So drunk that

Life Be In It' shirts, At my cemetery singinga?¦ Hilltop Hoods and we're coming up, So step on up if you're dumb enough Hilltop Hoods and we're coming

Verse One a?? Pressure I once had time on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping with this life cycle and the mandatory grind, My sanity's fine, just

m on a higher level of divineness, so call me your highness, There's only three things that are certain in life, Death, taxes and Hilltop Hood working

This is for the heads that's loving the mix, My people in the front all covered in spit, Batter's in the box, (oww) suffer to pitch (what?), Hilltop hoods

When I lay down to sleep I turn to a deep thinker Don't wanna be a whinge like a lonely binge drinker Its just that, well they don't call me suffa for

Pressure (x6) It's the next chapter, where's all my head at? You slept at the fact that we crept back to, Set factors straight, the only dead rappers,