Hilltop Hoods - Cosby Sweater

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