| Song | Shredding The Balloon |
| Artist | Hilltop Hoods |
| Album | Drinking From The Sun |
| [00:31.22] | Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined, |
| [00:34.93] | It’s grimy sh*t but naught that can’t be fixed with a little bit of spitshine, |
| [00:38.70] | Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier, |
| [00:42.24] | Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our neighbours, |
| [00:45.72] | I’d rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list, |
| [00:49.84] | Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist, |
| [00:53.53] | I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements, |
| [00:57.28] | That I don’t know where they end and where I start it’s all part of game |
| [01:00.88] | It’s the farthest I’ve came since I started to play it, |
| [01:02.63] | I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless, |
| [01:04.46] | We’re harnessed by chains that are hard to escape |
| [01:06.41] | And you change then they label us bastards or traitors, |
| [01:08.24] | They’re charlatans, they’re haters, they start on us but they’re fake as, |
| [01:12.19] | Our parliament, but don’t be disheartened by them pardon their failures, |
| [01:15.90] | If we don’t forgive our enemies, we’ll crawl the walls like centipedes, |
| [01:19.80] | Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy, |
| [01:23.45] | And we’ll all burn like Hennessy, so keep on then and step with me, |
| [01:27.11] | John Lennon let it be, |
| [01:28.01] | dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me |
| [01:30.26] | |
| [01:31.41] | I’ve been waiting to come back, |
| [01:34.88] | Like where the hell is the show? |
| [01:38.86] | Like a balloon on a thumbtack, |
| [01:42.11] | Getting ready to blow, |
| [01:46.34] | I’ve been waiting to come back, |
| [01:49.81] | Like where the hell is the show? |
| [01:53.79] | Like a balloon on a thumbtack, |
| [01:57.38] | Getting ready to blow |
| [01:59.46] | |
| [02:00.62] | And it might blow up but it won’t go pop, |
| [02:02.43] | And it might blow up but it won’t burst, |
| [02:04.45] | She said she might grow old but she won’t grow up, |
| [02:06.88] | Well she might, but only if I go first, |
| [02:07.94] | She wears her heart on her sleeve like; |
| [02:10.13] | She’s wearing a patch on her shoulder, |
| [02:12.04] | It’s not a matter of whether I can catch her, |
| [02:14.02] | More a matter of whether I can hold her, |
| [02:15.98] | She thinks out loud she’s got me; she laughs with her whole body, |
| [02:19.56] | I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she’d even want me? |
| [02:22.63] | Each night I find it’s the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening, |
| [02:27.16] | I lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with my demons, |
| [02:30.87] | They say don’t live in the past and live each day like it was your last but, |
| [02:34.46] | I’d rather live each moment like it was my first, |
| [02:36.69] | take it slow and sip from the glass, |
| [02:38.20] | Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents, |
| [02:40.96] | Sounds so serious don’t it? But I’m not concerned with a thing, |
| [02:44.08] | This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King, |
| [02:45.93] | The kings have arrived; we drink from the sky, |
| [02:47.39] | We fall from all ‘cause we think we can fly, |
| [02:49.09] | But our wings have been tied, and the winging and lies, |
| [02:51.06] | Have me I’m wishing that I could bridge the divide, |
| [02:52.95] | You living the life? In the blink of an eye |
| [02:54.82] | The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride, |
| [02:56.74] | Can all disappear so live for the rhyme, |
| [02:58.59] | Not material things your gift can provide |
| [03:00.13] | |
| [03:01.24] | I’ve been waiting to come back, |
| [03:04.68] | Like where the hell is the show? |
| [03:08.65] | Like a balloon on a thumbtack, |
| [03:12.22] | We’re getting ready to blow, |
| [03:16.01] | I’ve been waiting to come back, |
| [03:19.66] | Like where the hell is the show? |
| [03:23.51] | Like a balloon on a thumbtack, |
| [03:27.29] | I’m getting ready right now I’m getting ready |
| [03:30.31] | |
| [03:30.66] | Since ‘State of the Art’ we’ve stayed in the yard |
| [03:32.33] | just waiting to start this sh*t all over, |
| [03:34.41] | Laying in bars for a day and a half, had to switch from gin to soda, |
| [03:38.36] | And by like mid October, record was six months over, |
| [03:41.75] | Due, and I‘m like dude what you expect? I’m only three months sober, |
| [03:45.66] | Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers, |
| [03:49.48] | Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us # live la vidaloca, |
| [03:53.02] | I’m going to roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol, |
| [03:57.04] | So beautiful to know you all but for now peace I’m over and out |
| [04:00.62] | |
| [04:01.50] | I don’t wanna go, but I gotta go... |
| [04:30.92] |
| [00:31.22] | Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined, |
| [00:34.93] | It' s grimy sh t but naught that can' t be fixed with a little bit of spitshine, |
| [00:38.70] | Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier, |
| [00:42.24] | Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our neighbours, |
| [00:45.72] | I' d rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the Alist, |
| [00:49.84] | Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist, |
| [00:53.53] | I go so hard on the pavement I go so far with my statements, |
| [00:57.28] | That I don' t know where they end and where I start it' s all part of game |
| [01:00.88] | It' s the farthest I' ve came since I started to play it, |
| [01:02.63] | I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless, |
| [01:04.46] | We' re harnessed by chains that are hard to escape |
| [01:06.41] | And you change then they label us bastards or traitors, |
| [01:08.24] | They' re charlatans, they' re haters, they start on us but they' re fake as, |
| [01:12.19] | Our parliament, but don' t be disheartened by them pardon their failures, |
| [01:15.90] | If we don' t forgive our enemies, we' ll crawl the walls like centipedes, |
| [01:19.80] | Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy, |
| [01:23.45] | And we' ll all burn like Hennessy, so keep on then and step with me, |
| [01:27.11] | John Lennon let it be, |
| [01:28.01] | dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me |
| [01:30.26] | |
| [01:31.41] | I' ve been waiting to come back, |
| [01:34.88] | Like where the hell is the show? |
| [01:38.86] | Like a balloon on a thumbtack, |
| [01:42.11] | Getting ready to blow, |
| [01:46.34] | I' ve been waiting to come back, |
| [01:49.81] | Like where the hell is the show? |
| [01:53.79] | Like a balloon on a thumbtack, |
| [01:57.38] | Getting ready to blow |
| [01:59.46] | |
| [02:00.62] | And it might blow up but it won' t go pop, |
| [02:02.43] | And it might blow up but it won' t burst, |
| [02:04.45] | She said she might grow old but she won' t grow up, |
| [02:06.88] | Well she might, but only if I go first, |
| [02:07.94] | She wears her heart on her sleeve like |
| [02:10.13] | She' s wearing a patch on her shoulder, |
| [02:12.04] | It' s not a matter of whether I can catch her, |
| [02:14.02] | More a matter of whether I can hold her, |
| [02:15.98] | She thinks out loud she' s got me she laughs with her whole body, |
| [02:19.56] | I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she' d even want me? |
| [02:22.63] | Each night I find it' s the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening, |
| [02:27.16] | I lie down next to an angel fall asleep and fly with my demons, |
| [02:30.87] | They say don' t live in the past and live each day like it was your last but, |
| [02:34.46] | I' d rather live each moment like it was my first, |
| [02:36.69] | take it slow and sip from the glass, |
| [02:38.20] | Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents, |
| [02:40.96] | Sounds so serious don' t it? But I' m not concerned with a thing, |
| [02:44.08] | This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King, |
| [02:45.93] | The kings have arrived we drink from the sky, |
| [02:47.39] | We fall from all ' cause we think we can fly, |
| [02:49.09] | But our wings have been tied, and the winging and lies, |
| [02:51.06] | Have me I' m wishing that I could bridge the divide, |
| [02:52.95] | You living the life? In the blink of an eye |
| [02:54.82] | The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride, |
| [02:56.74] | Can all disappear so live for the rhyme, |
| [02:58.59] | Not material things your gift can provide |
| [03:00.13] | |
| [03:01.24] | I' ve been waiting to come back, |
| [03:04.68] | Like where the hell is the show? |
| [03:08.65] | Like a balloon on a thumbtack, |
| [03:12.22] | We' re getting ready to blow, |
| [03:16.01] | I' ve been waiting to come back, |
| [03:19.66] | Like where the hell is the show? |
| [03:23.51] | Like a balloon on a thumbtack, |
| [03:27.29] | I' m getting ready right now I' m getting ready |
| [03:30.31] | |
| [03:30.66] | Since ' State of the Art' we' ve stayed in the yard |
| [03:32.33] | just waiting to start this sh t all over, |
| [03:34.41] | Laying in bars for a day and a half, had to switch from gin to soda, |
| [03:38.36] | And by like mid October, record was six months over, |
| [03:41.75] | Due, and I' m like dude what you expect? I' m only three months sober, |
| [03:45.66] | Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers, |
| [03:49.48] | Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us live la vidaloca, |
| [03:53.02] | I' m going to roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol, |
| [03:57.04] | So beautiful to know you all but for now peace I' m over and out |
| [04:00.62] | |
| [04:01.50] | I don' t wanna go, but I gotta go... |
| [04:30.92] |