The Fun Lovin' Criminals

The Fun Lovin' Criminals - Up On The Hill songtekst

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It's just a hill of beans to some

Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump

See I grew up on the hill

But still I keep ready

Had a mind of my own like West gave to Freddy

As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth

Spending nights with my rights, knocked out my tooth 

Yeah, it scarred my soul

It fucked me up like vodka

Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka

The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are

If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star

The Big Top knows all the choices you chose

Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes





Chorus 1:

Now up on the Hill is where you find us

Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless

Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest

Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill





Chorus 2:

And up on the Hill is where you find us

And up on the Hill that shit is timeless

Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest

Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill





Now go make your mound in an anthill, sonny

You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money

A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose

And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose

Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos

Live a life of your dreams,like boz did Lido

I said Lido, who-a-oh

I said one more time, ought to get it

Now look up, look up higher and see

It's not as hard as you figured it would be

Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter

agreed, Now - if it's all right with you it's all right with me





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Chorus 1 (2x)

Chorus 2 (2x)

Chorus 1

(Repeat 1st 9 lines sotto voice)
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