Hilltop Hoods - Cosby Sweater

[Intro]Watch me do my thing, getLost into my scene, yeahHot like New Orleans inCosby crew and jeans, yeah[Verse 1]They’re not awakened, stare a lot and vacantLiving in conditions of the modern matrixOnly bare arms when I’m proper nakedOnly point I made with a bullet was on paperAin’t here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouseRather light your mood and burn it down with the houseGet you hyped from the groove on account of the bounceAnd looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couchStatus never mattered ever, act howeverLike Christine Aguilera, just let yourself goMad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better leftPristine track and record to let you all know, ohThat we'd be kings, even homelessBuilding these kingdoms our own, justSlap a rapper like Solange KnowlesTill they’re gathering, they no longer matter like a black hole[PreChorus]And it's all goodAnd it's all goodAnd it's all goodAnd it's all good[Chorus]One, two, three, fourI feel like Bobby FischerAlways four moves ahead ofMy competition, listenThey ain’t gonna stop me everI feel as large as BiggieSwear it could not get betterI feel in charge like BiggieWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweater[Verse 2]I'ma step up every chance when I rumbleThey all call me champ of the jungle, it’s fittingI'ma get drunk and dance like your uncleTill I'm all hands like your uncle, I’m kiddingThe venomous inventor, when I enter then it's overWhen I’m spitting venom, I’m as generous as OprahYou get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scarMe? Drunk in the back of a rental carPat Benatar, brah, love’s a battlefieldHere to get you out your seat like a battle drillI’m in the saddle still, a little saddle soreSmash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matadorWhen I’m dressed like Theo’s dadIn a Coogi listening to Kool G RapI won’t beat around the bush like a seventies pornI’ll make you wish that you’d never been born and it’s all good[PreChorus]And it's all goodAnd it's all goodAnd it's all goodAnd it's all good[Chorus]One, two, three, fourI feel like Bobby FischerAlways four moves ahead ofMy competition, listenThey ain’t gonna stop me everI feel as large as BiggieSwear it could not get betterI feel in charge like BiggieWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweater[Verse 3]Take a ride on the wild side of this alleyWe can fire up the night like Prince HarryFuck the high life, we can vibe likeWe got white lines hanging from behind like we’re just marriedI’ll turn the art form into a blood sportAnd make pea soup out of a pea-brainThey wanna run these streets like parkour?I’d rather run these tracks like a steam trainLike a steam train, like a steam train, like a steam train[Chorus]One, two, three, fourI feel like Bobby FischerAlways four moves ahead ofMy competition, listenThey ain’t gonna stop me everI feel as large as BiggieSwear it could not get betterI feel in charge like BiggieWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweaterWearing that Cosby sweater