Hilltop Hoods - Shredding The Balloon (Official Lyric Video)

Official lyric video for ‘Shredding The Balloon’ by Hilltop Hoods. Listen more: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/MusicID Subscribe: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/YouTubeID Official store: https://hilltophoods.lnk.to/MusicStoreID Sign up to the Mailing List: https://hilltophoods.lnk.to/SignUpID Tour Dates: https://hilltophoods.com/shows/ Follow Instagram: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/MusicID/I... TikTok: https://hilltophoods.lnk.to/FollowID/... Facebook: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/MusicID/F... Twitter: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/MusicID/T... Spotify: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/MusicID/S... Apple Music: https://HilltopHoods.lnk.to/MusicID/A... Website: https://hilltophoods.lnk.to/MusicID/W... #HilltopHoods #shreddingtheballoon #HipHop #rap [Intro] As we proceed (as we proceed) To give you what you need (to give you what you need) As we proceed (as we proceed) To give you what you need (give you what you need) [Verse 1: Suffa] Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined It's grimy shit but naught that can't be fixed with a little bit of spit-shine Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street, start a party up with our neighbours I'd rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements That I don't know where they end and where I start, it's all part of game, it's The farthest I've came since I started to play it I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless We're harnessed by chains that are hard to escape, and you change then they label us bastards or traitors They're charlatans, they're haters, they stunt on us but they're fake as Our parliament, but don't be disheartened by them, pardon their failures If we don't forgive our enemies, we'll crawl the walls like centipedes Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy And we'll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me [Chorus] I've been waiting to come back Like where the hell is the show? Like a balloon on a thumbtack Getting ready to blow I've been waiting to come back Like where the hell is the show? Like a balloon on a thumbtack Getting ready to blow [Verse 2: Suffa] And it might blow up but it won't go pop And it might blow up but it won't burst She said she might grow old but she won't grow up Well, she might, but only if I go first She wears her heart on her sleeve like; she's wearing a patch on her shoulder It's not a matter of whether I can catch her, more a matter of whether I can hold her She thinks out loud she's got me; she laughs with her whole body I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she'd even want me? Each night I find it's the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening I lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with my demons They say don't live in the past and live each day like it was your last, but I'd rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the glass Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents Sounds so serious, don't it? But I'm not concerned with a thing This is book three, Tolkien, "Return of the King" The kings have arrived; we drink from the sky We fall from all 'cause we think we can fly But our wings have been tied, and the whinging and lies Have me wishing that I could bridge the divide You living the life? In the blink of an eye The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride Can all disappear, so live for the rhyme Not material things your gift can provide [Chorus] I've been waiting to come back Like where the hell is the show? Like a balloon on a thumbtack Getting ready to blow And I've been waiting to come back Like where the hell is the show? Like a balloon on a thumbtack I'm getting ready now, I'm getting ready [Verse 3: Suffa] Since State of the Art, we've stayed in the yard Just waiting to start this shit all over Laying in bars for a day-and-a-half, had to switch from gin to soda Then by like mid-October, record was six months over- Due and I'm like, "Dude, what you expect? I'm only three months sober" Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us— **** live la vida loca I'm gonna roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol So beautiful to know you all but for now, peace, I'm over And out [Outro] x 2 I don't wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go We won't go, no, we won't go I don't wanna go, go, but I gotta go, go, go No, we won't go, no, we won't go, no [Collision] x 2 As we proceed (as we proceed) To give you what you need (to give you what you need)