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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hilltop Hoods
Hilltop Hoods
Performer
Ecca Vandal
Ecca Vandal
Vocals
Nyassa
Nyassa
Vocals
Matthew Lambert
Matthew Lambert
Rap
Daniel Smith
Daniel Smith
Rap
Barry Francis
Barry Francis
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Lambert
Matthew Lambert
Composer
Daniel Smith
Daniel Smith
Composer
Barry Francis
Barry Francis
Composer
Leigh Ryan
Leigh Ryan
Composer
Bob Relf
Bob Relf
Composer
Earl Nelson
Earl Nelson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Plutonic Lab
Plutonic Lab
Mixing Engineer
Neville Clark
Neville Clark
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Feeling good, in fact, I'm feeling mighty fine Another year, another grind, another smile line Dead star type of light shine, why you taking up my time If you ain't of a like mind Forget what you and who say It's the future that moves my mood today I could be toothless and grey, lose my toupee And still feel bullet-proof like Luke Cage I've never been concerned with a beef Just learning to be the best version of me They say that we can learn from defeat Why are they looking for adversity permanently They're missing the mark, still in rut Need a little bit of dip in their strut, living it up The enlightening feeling of not giving a fuck While they're putting me down, I've been picking it up so Don't let no one tell you who you are Be yourself Don't let no one tell you who you are Be yourself 'Cause they fill you with rage You're like why are you breaking my heart It's like they build you to break you Just wanted to take you apart Looking good, looking better than I ever have Feeling good, feeling that till I remember that I have to interact with the world, game on Put my human face on like Patrick Bateman My game face, same face that my mum kiss So, you don't love this, it don't mean bupkis White boy rapper, frat boy man He probably have a drug problem like a grown child actor Fat boy, have to get in those reps, get an App boy have to get in those steps Looking long in the tooth, but the truth is I'm strong and I'm stronger than you in the booth kid, c'mon I'm so pretty, make 'em all stare at me Blow my own horn, call me Ron Jeremey How I take these hits, man I'm convinced I deserve a Purple Heart like Prince, my god Don't let no one tell you who you are Be yourself Don't let no one tell you who you are Be yourself 'Cause they fill you with rage You're like, 'Why are you breaking my heart It's like they build you to break you Just wanted to take you apart Don't let no one tell you who you are Be yourself Don't let no one tell you who you are Be yourself 'Cause they fill you with rage You're like why are you breaking my heart It's like they build you to break you Just wanted to take you apart You know you scratch You know you scratch You know you scratch You know you scratch Be yourself
Writer(s): Matthew Lambert, Barry Francis, Daniel Smith, Leigh Ryan, Bob Relf, Earl Lee Nelson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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