Cosby Sweater Restrung - Hilltop Hoods

Watch me do my thing, get

Lost into my scene, yeah

Hot like New Orleans in

Cosby crew and jeans, yeah

They’re not awakened, stare a lot and vacant

Living in conditions of the modern matrix

Only bare arms when I’m proper naked

Only point I made with a bullet was on paper

Ain’t here to fight some dude or fuck around with his spouse

Rather light your mood and burn it down with the house

Get you hyped from the groove on account of the bounce

And looking like Tom Cruise, up and down on a couch

Status never mattered ever, act however

Like Christine Aguilera, just let yourself go

Mad at Pressure, an endeavour that is better left

Pristine track and record to let you all know

That we would be kings even homeless

Building these kingdoms our own, just

Slap a rapper like Solange Knowles

Till they’re gathering, they no longer matter like a black hole

And it’s all good

And it’s all good

And it’s all good

And it’s all good

(One, two, three, four)

I feel like Bobby Fischer

Always four moves ahead of

My competition, listen

They ain’t gonna stop me ever

I feel as large as Biggie

Swear it could not get better

I feel in charge like Biggie

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

I’ma step up every chance when I rumble

They all call me champ of the jungle, it’s fitting

I’ma get drunk and dance like your uncle

'Til I’m all hands like your uncle, I’m kidding

The venomous inventor, when I enter then it’s over

When I’m spitting venom I’m as generous as Oprah

You get a scar, you get a scar, you get a scar

Me?

Drunk in the back of a rental car

Pat Benatar, brah, love’s a battlefield

Here to get you out your seat like a battle drill

I’m in the saddle still, a little saddle sore

Smash you out the stratosphere, flashy as a matador

When I’m dressed like Theo’s dad

In a Coogi listening to Kool G Rap

I won’t beat around the bush like a seventies porn

I’ll make you wish that you’d never been born and it’s all good

And it’s all good

And it’s all good

And it’s all good

And it’s all good

(One, two, three, four)

I feel like Bobby Fischer

Always four moves ahead of

My competition, listen

They ain’t gonna stop me ever

I feel as large as Biggie

Swear it could not get better

I feel in charge like Biggie

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Take a ride on the wild side of this alley

We can fire up the night like Prince Harry

Fuck the high life, we can vibe like

We got white lines hanging from behind like we’re just married

I’ll turn the art form into a blood sport

And make pea soup out of a pea-brain

They wanna run these streets like parkour?

I’d rather run these tracks like a steam train

(Like a steam train, like a steam train, like a steam train)

(One, two, three, four)

I feel like Bobby Fischer

Always four moves ahead of

My competition, listen

They ain’t gonna stop me ever

I feel as large as Biggie

Swear it could not get better

I feel in charge like Biggie

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater

Wearing that Cosby Sweater