Circuit Breaker Lyrics
| Song | Circuit Breaker |
| Artist | Hilltop Hoods |
| Album | The Hard Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Verse 1 – 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 you nearly pissed yourself, | |
| And if you come wak you risk your health, | |
| I'm the one that made LL ring the bells, | |
| Sharp as a thumb tack, it's the infidel, | |
| In the back with some girl named Isabelle, | |
| And I'm a, you're gonna what? I'm a wreck this, the freshest, | |
| Thermoelectrics, technics and a set list, | |
| So check this, Hilltop locks jaws like tetanus, | |
| **** breakfast at Tiffanies I want Tiffany for breakfast, | |
| The funk leader, told you last LP, | |
| With a style that make you smile like a Chelsea, | |
| Smile, what the ****s that man? It's when you place, | |
| Razor blades on the cheeks then a kick to the face, | |
| In the place and we raising the roof, | |
| Like Al Qaeda had placed a case in the booth, | |
| A taste of the truth and some flawless *****t, | |
| Like John Howard knows the taste of George's ****, | |
| Man I'm born to spit these kids wish they stuck me, | |
| I warn you kid you're ***** made like puppies, | |
| Switch blade to Nazis' cut them through their khakis, | |
| I lose it every time I put it down like car keys. | |
| Verse 2 – Pressure | |
| It only takes one man to bust, | |
| But takes these two to raise them standards up, | |
| Take three, Debris man the cuts, | |
| This is for, those that will stand with us, | |
| From sundown into the dawn didn't I warn? | |
| The lyrical storm hits you in a physical form, | |
| This isn't your norm, didn't reform, isn't your average, | |
| Wi*****ng to score listeners for pitiful crap it's, | |
| Off Richter, sicker than cough fits you, | |
| Listen to pop hits? This isn't your soft *****t you, | |
| All in the mix so start warning the kids, | |
| They're adopted and not that they were born with a gift, | |
| I'm so fatal that reverends won't stay till confession, | |
| You all can't hold your own like post natal depression, | |
| I've got a mouth of profanity, a spouse and a family, | |
| At my house man no wonder that I'm doubting my sanity, | |
| I'm an honest drunk, what a mentality, | |
| Avoiding the truth is staying sober; I'm an addict of reality, | |
| I live for tomorrow so cheating death today, | |
| Means at all costs avoid repeating yesterday, | |
| I'm a loose cannon, enough juice to soothe famine, | |
| Break your back with this rap then ask you who's slamming? | |
| Some rapper claiming a throne, unaware they, | |
| Aint kings only royalty they know is airplay. |
| Verse 1 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 you nearly pissed yourself, | |
| And if you come wak you risk your health, | |
| I' m the one that made LL ring the bells, | |
| Sharp as a thumb tack, it' s the infidel, | |
| In the back with some girl named Isabelle, | |
| And I' m a, you' re gonna what? I' m a wreck this, the freshest, | |
| Thermoelectrics, technics and a set list, | |
| So check this, Hilltop locks jaws like tetanus, | |
| breakfast at Tiffanies I want Tiffany for breakfast, | |
| The funk leader, told you last LP, | |
| With a style that make you smile like a Chelsea, | |
| Smile, what the s that man? It' s when you place, | |
| Razor blades on the cheeks then a kick to the face, | |
| In the place and we raising the roof, | |
| Like Al Qaeda had placed a case in the booth, | |
| A taste of the truth and some flawless t, | |
| Like John Howard knows the taste of George' s , | |
| Man I' m born to spit these kids wish they stuck me, | |
| I warn you kid you' re made like puppies, | |
| Switch blade to Nazis' cut them through their khakis, | |
| I lose it every time I put it down like car keys. | |
| Verse 2 Pressure | |
| It only takes one man to bust, | |
| But takes these two to raise them standards up, | |
| Take three, Debris man the cuts, | |
| This is for, those that will stand with us, | |
| From sundown into the dawn didn' t I warn? | |
| The lyrical storm hits you in a physical form, | |
| This isn' t your norm, didn' t reform, isn' t your average, | |
| Wi ng to score listeners for pitiful crap it' s, | |
| Off Richter, sicker than cough fits you, | |
| Listen to pop hits? This isn' t your soft t you, | |
| All in the mix so start warning the kids, | |
| They' re adopted and not that they were born with a gift, | |
| I' m so fatal that reverends won' t stay till confession, | |
| You all can' t hold your own like post natal depression, | |
| I' ve got a mouth of profanity, a spouse and a family, | |
| At my house man no wonder that I' m doubting my sanity, | |
| I' m an honest drunk, what a mentality, | |
| Avoiding the truth is staying sober I' m an addict of reality, | |
| I live for tomorrow so cheating death today, | |
| Means at all costs avoid repeating yesterday, | |
| I' m a loose cannon, enough juice to soothe famine, | |
| Break your back with this rap then ask you who' s slamming? | |
| Some rapper claiming a throne, unaware they, | |
| Aint kings only royalty they know is airplay. |
| Verse 1 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 you nearly pissed yourself, | |
| And if you come wak you risk your health, | |
| I' m the one that made LL ring the bells, | |
| Sharp as a thumb tack, it' s the infidel, | |
| In the back with some girl named Isabelle, | |
| And I' m a, you' re gonna what? I' m a wreck this, the freshest, | |
| Thermoelectrics, technics and a set list, | |
| So check this, Hilltop locks jaws like tetanus, | |
| breakfast at Tiffanies I want Tiffany for breakfast, | |
| The funk leader, told you last LP, | |
| With a style that make you smile like a Chelsea, | |
| Smile, what the s that man? It' s when you place, | |
| Razor blades on the cheeks then a kick to the face, | |
| In the place and we raising the roof, | |
| Like Al Qaeda had placed a case in the booth, | |
| A taste of the truth and some flawless t, | |
| Like John Howard knows the taste of George' s , | |
| Man I' m born to spit these kids wish they stuck me, | |
| I warn you kid you' re made like puppies, | |
| Switch blade to Nazis' cut them through their khakis, | |
| I lose it every time I put it down like car keys. | |
| Verse 2 Pressure | |
| It only takes one man to bust, | |
| But takes these two to raise them standards up, | |
| Take three, Debris man the cuts, | |
| This is for, those that will stand with us, | |
| From sundown into the dawn didn' t I warn? | |
| The lyrical storm hits you in a physical form, | |
| This isn' t your norm, didn' t reform, isn' t your average, | |
| Wi ng to score listeners for pitiful crap it' s, | |
| Off Richter, sicker than cough fits you, | |
| Listen to pop hits? This isn' t your soft t you, | |
| All in the mix so start warning the kids, | |
| They' re adopted and not that they were born with a gift, | |
| I' m so fatal that reverends won' t stay till confession, | |
| You all can' t hold your own like post natal depression, | |
| I' ve got a mouth of profanity, a spouse and a family, | |
| At my house man no wonder that I' m doubting my sanity, | |
| I' m an honest drunk, what a mentality, | |
| Avoiding the truth is staying sober I' m an addict of reality, | |
| I live for tomorrow so cheating death today, | |
| Means at all costs avoid repeating yesterday, | |
| I' m a loose cannon, enough juice to soothe famine, | |
| Break your back with this rap then ask you who' s slamming? | |
| Some rapper claiming a throne, unaware they, | |
| Aint kings only royalty they know is airplay. |
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