Hilltop Hoods - H Is For... Lyrics
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    H Is For...

    [Intro]
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f- 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f- 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'


    [Verse 1: Suffa]
    Hilltop, yeah
    I'm feeling like I'm MJ singing about Billie Jean
    Lighting up the city street with every step that I take, you feeling me?
    Silly me, I thought we all wanted each other to win but
    I'm starting to think the ugliest things, the buddies I'm with, the
    People I'm 'round wanna cut that, cut that tall tree down
    Holding me down, but fuck that, fuck that, get another shelf for the trophy lounge
    I would never joke-joke around, I'm sorry but everybody that
    Wanted smoke is now b-bodied, and b-b-b-broken down
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, show me you palms, join up your thumbs
    Take both your index fingers, and point up at the sun
    ('H' is for 'Hilltop') The 'H' is for 'Hilltop', yell the name
    P Della maing, got more props than propeller planes
    These cellophane rappers, you colourful but see-through
    Fuck 'em all, I'll beat you butterballs the colour of a beetroot
    And I ain't a tough guy, I'm a tired guy, I lost my
    Patience, either way man I'm dangerous, the 'H' is…

    [Chorus]
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'


    [Verse 2: Pressure]
    I'm
    Puttin' wraps on the chapter, been amassin' a stature
    For comin' back with the rapture 'cause I call my home wherever I roam on the cracked alabaster
    I'm that flabbergasted by the fans and the passionate minds of the masses I captured
    Y'all ain't fucking' with us from dust unto dust till I'm ash in a casket
    We wandered a path into time, ain't trod this far just to find
    I could be forgotten in body or heart and the mind, won't stop till they martyr my dyin'
    Hittin' rock bottoms just part of the climb, chasin' a wanderin' star and it's shine
    And I'd rather do it harder than be another lost to the art of the rhyme, I'm
    Tryna honour the discipline, find solace to live within
    It's constant conditionin', keepin' my focus, rappers thinkin' they're woke just poppin' a Ritalin
    So fuck a popular hit and then, sell it off any cost at a minimum
    It's not I got a problem with listenin', just ain't buyin' it, cognitive dissidence
    I came in the door, no fame or accord, I scraped and I clawed
    By grace of the Lord fell straight on my sword, my name on the wall in the face of the law
    In peace we anticipatin' for war, no sedatin' the force of the rage in my core
    I was never in doubt so I say it out loud, you know by now what the 'H' is for…

    [Chorus]
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-, 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    The 'H' is for 'Hilltop'
    'H' is f-, the 'H' is for 'Hilltop'

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