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Hilltop Hoods - "Conversations From A Speakeasy Restrung"
Lyrics to Conversations From A Speakeasy Restrung : (feat. Okwerdz & Omni) [Verse 1: Pressure] Lets get introductions aside Pressure, *Okwerdz* and Suffa tonight busting the mic like Lately Ive been hearing nothing but hype Pens mightier than your sword' Then youd be (fucked) in a fight From the point of the exact conception Ive had perfection And you aint close to Omni even though you may lack direction Ive got a good heart, but bad intentions Pressure dont need a map for reference Im a man of legends Ill last forever like bad impressions Like the first night you cursed in adolescence The way I slam a sentence can panic veterans Some things are better left unsaid like anything that I have to mention My loud mouths my downfall its doubtful Ill bite off more than I can chew cause I already got a mouthful Act like I astound yall, well Im a scoundrel With enemies but clich' is a friend of me, Im out yall [Chorus:] Pull up a chair, and kick your feet on the table Let down you hair, lean back in your seat if youre able Weve got the Jazz, for your speakeasy conversations Its the universal language of relaxation [Verse 2: Okwerdz] The seas are combining, to breed an alliance Its not Omni, its Okweez with the rhyming Yall need to be supporting these cats with a passion Instead of beefing about what accent they rap with As if it aint tough enough to come up with a record Just ask the hoods, you really could suffer from the pressure You get it' Its hard to let me tell you, mad at this era I wish fans in America were as hungry as they are in Australia I got the heart, I wont fail you I got stuff from the broads in the bars, and something raw for the fellas Just recline back, just get chill with your style Aiyyo and whys that' Cause Im sick of yelling so loud But Im the hungriest alive kid the dude wont wait So turn your head for a sec and you might lose your plate So when Stockton meets Adelaide (Fuck) it, just bring the platinum plagues this way, OK' [Chorus] [Verse 3: Suffa] I heard there aint no party like an open bar We lay out rhymes like drinks for a broken heart Heartbreak like liquor in an open scar So bizarre, roll thick like smokers tar Tell me who can rock parties with no guitar And if I aint getting paid then Im leaving in the promoters car Tell me who you know this far Gone, on till the moments... Gone, on till the break of this governments back And its on till my mates are all loving the tracks No thugs in his raps, no muggings and macks And no guns, just trying to get us up on the map Bust, Suffa on wax, trust its on Im trying to do for rhyme what digital cameras did for porn Born in a small town, die with a big mouth Hoods tore it all down, shouts to the kids south [Chorus x4] [ Conversations From A Speakeasy Restrung Lyrics ]
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