She's So Ugly Lyrics
| Song | She's So Ugly |
| Artist | Hilltop Hoods |
| Album | State Of The Art |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| VERSE 1 | |
| Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa, | |
| Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya, | |
| Man me and P-Dela got a hella proper, | |
| Flow, see what I’m saying like a teleprompter? | |
| And you could never stop us, fucking posers, | |
| Appetite for destruction like Guns N’ Roses, | |
| We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop a, | |
| Pain killer, pill popper, brain killer, slurring like, | |
| Haim still a threat when we fill up a field, | |
| Like an open air opera, sample a snare off a, | |
| Vinyl they wanna take a piece like a sharecropper, | |
| Stifle creativity, and its not fair fuckers, | |
| Before you try this just know that you’d have better luck, | |
| Trying to stare off a man with no eyelids, | |
| This is a rare offer so take advantage, | |
| A carnival of carnage climbing out your garbage, | |
| Man we’re off the hook like a carcass, | |
| These bastards try and sell shares off an artist, | |
| Fuck your share offer, cos we’re off the map, | |
| And we can’t be bought with any fair offer, | |
| Mattafact fuck unfair offers, can’t be bought, | |
| What the pair offer can’t be taught, | |
| I used to love her, then they kidnapped her, | |
| Dragged her through the streets and they shaved her fucking hair off her | |
| CHORUS | |
| And she’s so ugly, | |
| The music’s asking why he don’t love me, | |
| You’ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can’t look you in the eye, | |
| But when I met her, I was like she’s so lovely, | |
| And she said ‘I’d let him cut me’, but now it’s like, | |
| You’ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can’t look you in the eye, | |
| Wish I never met her | |
| VERSE 2: PRESSURE | |
| This aint life in the fast lane, | |
| This is hard rain, soaking and knowing you missed the last train, | |
| This aint a date for the day, | |
| It’s made that it stays timeless, they’ll never take that away, | |
| This aint glamour and shine, cameras, dimes, | |
| It’s me handling mine in hazardous times, | |
| This aint love and romance it’s hate, gluttons and antics, | |
| Paint brushing the canvas, aint nothing attractive, | |
| So fuck a make-over, cant take the weight like a pay loader, | |
| Then we throw ya to the flame thrower, | |
| This aint silver lined clouds, | |
| It’s real and right now for the crowd to put a meal in my mouth, | |
| This aint a beautiful temptress, nor a youthful apprentice, | |
| In the cubical doing usual stretches, | |
| It’s ugly and ravished, hungry and damaged, | |
| But she’s mine and the only thing that loves me that matters | |
| CHORUS | |
| And she’s so ugly, | |
| The music’s asking why he don’t love me, | |
| You’ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can’t look you in the eye, | |
| But when I met her, I was like she’s so lovely, | |
| And she said ‘I’d let him cut me’, but now it’s like, | |
| You’ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can’t look you in the eye, | |
| Wish I never met her |
| VERSE 1 | |
| Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa, | |
| Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya, | |
| Man me and PDela got a hella proper, | |
| Flow, see what I' m saying like a teleprompter? | |
| And you could never stop us, fucking posers, | |
| Appetite for destruction like Guns N' Roses, | |
| We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop a, | |
| Pain killer, pill popper, brain killer, slurring like, | |
| Haim still a threat when we fill up a field, | |
| Like an open air opera, sample a snare off a, | |
| Vinyl they wanna take a piece like a sharecropper, | |
| Stifle creativity, and its not fair fuckers, | |
| Before you try this just know that you' d have better luck, | |
| Trying to stare off a man with no eyelids, | |
| This is a rare offer so take advantage, | |
| A carnival of carnage climbing out your garbage, | |
| Man we' re off the hook like a carcass, | |
| These bastards try and sell shares off an artist, | |
| Fuck your share offer, cos we' re off the map, | |
| And we can' t be bought with any fair offer, | |
| Mattafact fuck unfair offers, can' t be bought, | |
| What the pair offer can' t be taught, | |
| I used to love her, then they kidnapped her, | |
| Dragged her through the streets and they shaved her fucking hair off her | |
| CHORUS | |
| And she' s so ugly, | |
| The music' s asking why he don' t love me, | |
| You' ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can' t look you in the eye, | |
| But when I met her, I was like she' s so lovely, | |
| And she said ' I' d let him cut me', but now it' s like, | |
| You' ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can' t look you in the eye, | |
| Wish I never met her | |
| VERSE 2: PRESSURE | |
| This aint life in the fast lane, | |
| This is hard rain, soaking and knowing you missed the last train, | |
| This aint a date for the day, | |
| It' s made that it stays timeless, they' ll never take that away, | |
| This aint glamour and shine, cameras, dimes, | |
| It' s me handling mine in hazardous times, | |
| This aint love and romance it' s hate, gluttons and antics, | |
| Paint brushing the canvas, aint nothing attractive, | |
| So fuck a makeover, cant take the weight like a pay loader, | |
| Then we throw ya to the flame thrower, | |
| This aint silver lined clouds, | |
| It' s real and right now for the crowd to put a meal in my mouth, | |
| This aint a beautiful temptress, nor a youthful apprentice, | |
| In the cubical doing usual stretches, | |
| It' s ugly and ravished, hungry and damaged, | |
| But she' s mine and the only thing that loves me that matters | |
| CHORUS | |
| And she' s so ugly, | |
| The music' s asking why he don' t love me, | |
| You' ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can' t look you in the eye, | |
| But when I met her, I was like she' s so lovely, | |
| And she said ' I' d let him cut me', but now it' s like, | |
| You' ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can' t look you in the eye, | |
| Wish I never met her |
| VERSE 1 | |
| Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa, | |
| Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya, | |
| Man me and PDela got a hella proper, | |
| Flow, see what I' m saying like a teleprompter? | |
| And you could never stop us, fucking posers, | |
| Appetite for destruction like Guns N' Roses, | |
| We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop a, | |
| Pain killer, pill popper, brain killer, slurring like, | |
| Haim still a threat when we fill up a field, | |
| Like an open air opera, sample a snare off a, | |
| Vinyl they wanna take a piece like a sharecropper, | |
| Stifle creativity, and its not fair fuckers, | |
| Before you try this just know that you' d have better luck, | |
| Trying to stare off a man with no eyelids, | |
| This is a rare offer so take advantage, | |
| A carnival of carnage climbing out your garbage, | |
| Man we' re off the hook like a carcass, | |
| These bastards try and sell shares off an artist, | |
| Fuck your share offer, cos we' re off the map, | |
| And we can' t be bought with any fair offer, | |
| Mattafact fuck unfair offers, can' t be bought, | |
| What the pair offer can' t be taught, | |
| I used to love her, then they kidnapped her, | |
| Dragged her through the streets and they shaved her fucking hair off her | |
| CHORUS | |
| And she' s so ugly, | |
| The music' s asking why he don' t love me, | |
| You' ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can' t look you in the eye, | |
| But when I met her, I was like she' s so lovely, | |
| And she said ' I' d let him cut me', but now it' s like, | |
| You' ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can' t look you in the eye, | |
| Wish I never met her | |
| VERSE 2: PRESSURE | |
| This aint life in the fast lane, | |
| This is hard rain, soaking and knowing you missed the last train, | |
| This aint a date for the day, | |
| It' s made that it stays timeless, they' ll never take that away, | |
| This aint glamour and shine, cameras, dimes, | |
| It' s me handling mine in hazardous times, | |
| This aint love and romance it' s hate, gluttons and antics, | |
| Paint brushing the canvas, aint nothing attractive, | |
| So fuck a makeover, cant take the weight like a pay loader, | |
| Then we throw ya to the flame thrower, | |
| This aint silver lined clouds, | |
| It' s real and right now for the crowd to put a meal in my mouth, | |
| This aint a beautiful temptress, nor a youthful apprentice, | |
| In the cubical doing usual stretches, | |
| It' s ugly and ravished, hungry and damaged, | |
| But she' s mine and the only thing that loves me that matters | |
| CHORUS | |
| And she' s so ugly, | |
| The music' s asking why he don' t love me, | |
| You' ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can' t look you in the eye, | |
| But when I met her, I was like she' s so lovely, | |
| And she said ' I' d let him cut me', but now it' s like, | |
| You' ve been used by too many guys, | |
| And now I can' t look you in the eye, | |
| Wish I never met her |
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