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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hilltop Hoods
Hilltop Hoods
Performer
John Bartlett
John Bartlett
Piano
Eamon Doyle
Eamon Doyle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Lambert
Matthew Lambert
Composer
Daniel Smith
Daniel Smith
Composer
Barry Francis
Barry Francis
Composer
Andrew Burford
Andrew Burford
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
One Above
One Above
Producer
Plutonic Lab
Plutonic Lab
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

La-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da La-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Sometimes I Don't see it so clear when everything I need And know's right beneath my nose hairs, sometimes I Know that this showbiz will make me blow and let go Eyes closed, and I don't see it Let the rollercoaster take me, going close to crazy Maybe I should call it if it's all a broken daydream Like peace and solidity, please, are you kidding me? What, me? Couldn't give up all the free shit I didn't need I'm grateful to say you gave me a stage Maybe I was made for more than slavin' cradle to grave Without a space to escape would've wasted away Chasing a ray of sunshine upon the rainiest day (oh, yeah) A smarter man would quit this while he's sane, been addicted To the pain of living in the game for so long Like every bar I wrote from the cage, if I could Walk away, I'd already be gone (oh, woo-ooh-ooh) What, and quit show business? What kind of low is this? They say do what you love, and you'll never work a day or a night Feel like I've been working my whole life What, and quit show business? What kind of low is this? They say do what you love, and you'll never work a day or a night Feel like I've been working my whole life, and the horns go Ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba Ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da Ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba You'll never hear me Complain so don't get me wrong, I Love what I do, I do, I do, 20 years and Some change though, been here so long I'm married to the game, I do, I do (So wassup then?) Well, nowadays, fans have too much access To the point, I had a man come to my address To the point, I hid a bat under my mattress To the point, I had to lance this rancid abscess This business is tied to our phones And this just keeps us tied to our phone And I'm tired of my phone, so I'm retiring my phone And all the sickness that resides in my phone, look (whoa-whoa-oh-oh) Don't get me wrong, son, I love to connect (whoa-whoa-oh-oh) But I just wanna write songs, they want to come for my neck (whoa-whoa-oh-oh) And I got a young family I gotta protect (whoa-whoa-oh-oh) So I'ma disconnect love and respect What, and quit show business? What kind of low is this? They say do what you love, and you'll never work a day or a night Feel like I've been working my whole life What, and quit show business? What kind of low is this? They say do what you love, and you'll never work a day or a night Feel like I've been working my whole life, and the horns go Ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba Ba-ba-da-ba-ba-da Ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba-ba-ba And I don't know Where I go from here The lights, the shows They're things I both hold dear And I don't know-oh Where I go from here, haha The lights and the shows and the bars and the fights Is all I've known for my whole life What, and quit show business? What kind of low is this? They say do what you love, and you'll never work a day or a night Feel like I've been working my whole life What, and quit show business? What kind of low is this? They say do what you love, and you'll never work a day or a night Feel like I've been working my whole life, and the horns go Ba-ba-ba-da-ba-ba Ba-da-ba-ba-da-ba
Writer(s): Matthew David Lambert, Barry John M. Francis, Daniel Howe Smith, Andrew Albert Burford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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