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INTERPRÉTATION
Hilltop Hoods
Interprète
Matthew Lambert
Rap
Barry Francis
DJ
Daniel Smith
Rap
Adelaide Symphony Orchestra
Orchestre
Jamie Messenger
Interprète
Adelaide Chamber Singers
Chœur
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Matthew Lambert
Paroles/Composition
Barry Francis
Paroles/Composition
Johnny Kelman
Paroles/Composition
Demetrius Christopholus
Paroles/Composition
Daniel Smith
Paroles/Composition
Adelaide Symphony Orchestra
Orchestration
Jamie Messenger
Co‑arrangement
Adelaide Chamber Singers
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Suffa
Production
Matthew Lambert
Ingénierie de mixage
Barry Francis
Ingénierie de mixage
Neville Clark
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Watch me do my thing get
Lost into my scene yeah
Hot like New Orleans in
Cosby crew and jeans yeah
They're not awakened, stare a lot and vacant
Living in conditions of the modern matrix
Only bare arms when I'm proper naked
Only point I made with a bullet was on paper
Ain't here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse
Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house
Till your hype from the groove on account of the bounce
And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch
Status never mattered ever act however
Like Christine Aguilera just let yourself go
Mad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better left
Pristine track and record to let you all know
That we would be Kings even homeless
Building these kingdoms our own just
Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles
Till they're gathering they no longer matter like a black hole
And it's all good
And it's all good
And it's all good
And it's all good
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition listen
They ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie
Swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Imma step up every chance when I rumble
They'll all call me champ of the jungle, it's fitting
Imma get drunk and dance like your uncle
Till I'm all hands like your uncle, I'm kidding
The venomous inventor when I enter then it's over
When I'm spitting venom I'm as generous as Oprah
You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar
Me? Drunk in the back of a rental car
Pat Benatar brah, love's a battlefield
Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill
I'm in the saddle still, a little saddle sore
Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as matador
When I'm dressed like Theo's dad
In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap
I won't beat around the bush like a seventies porn
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born and it's all good
And it's all good
And it's all good
And it's all good
And it's all good
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition listen
They ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie
Swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Take a ride on the wild side of this alley
We can fire up the night like Prince Harry
Fuck the high life we can vibe like
We got white lines hanging from behind like we're just married
I'll turn the art form in a blood sport
And make pea soup outta of a pea brain
They wanna run these streets like parkour?
I'd rather run these tracks like a steam train
Like a steam train
Like a steam train
Like a steam train
I feel like Bobby Fischer
Always four moves ahead of
My competition listen
They ain't gonna stop me ever
I feel as large as Biggie
Swear it could not get better
I feel in charge like Biggie
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Wearing that Cosby Sweater
Writer(s): Matthew Lambert, Barry Francis, Daniel Smith, Johnny Kelman, Demetrius Christopholus
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