Nosebleed Section.

叙述 Three - Suffa

People don't complain if Suffa's in here, And you're in the front row, all covered in beer, And club owners don't say ‘the place is wrecked it's your fault', (uh uh), If the roof is on fire it's an electrical fault, (woo), Man I bet you all bolt, when I bring it live Like Friday night footy, in my hoody can hide I, Gets live on the breaks son, like pace one, Lads, if you're heading to the bar grab your mates one, Ladies come chill, come rock with me honey, I got like half a mill in monopoly money, There's no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand, We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand, Or take a plane to Japan, and drink saki with mafia, Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Gadafi a Dinner date, followed by a funk show, (uhh,) We'll rip off our tops and jump around in the front row. You know, I looked around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row. You know, I looked around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row. Put me here, and I'm all yours, Not for the money and it's not for the applause, no oh no no no It's for the nosebleed section. You know, I looked around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row. You know, I looked around, the faces I'd know, I fell in love with the people in the front row.