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Hilltop Hoods State Of The Art

to raise that ceiling man VERSE 4 PRESSURE From a young age I was making my mark, chasing my start, Forever aint enough when your state of the art, Fuck

[Chorus:] I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped So if you're "just too fucking

all these missiles just to see if they'd work. Now France got em, Russia got em, India and Pakistan, Korea want em, states want em pointed at the Taliban

I'm saying like a teleprompter And you could never stop us (fucking posers!) Appetite for destruction like Guns N' Roses We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop

that they played in the park Still jamming, still paving the path Still making our mark, still ain't for the faint of the heart Still standing, still state of the art

danger I'll set the Pressure on you like a hyperbaric chamber And he don't fuck around [Pressure:] We've gained such renown For this state of the art