The Thirst Pt. 3 - Hilltop Hoods

What up Vents?

Funkoars

Adfu

What up Briggs?

Golden Era, check

We were gone so long, spreading our wings, they’d thought we’d broken up

Thought I only closed my eyes for a second, next thing I’ve woken up

They said we thought we’d let you sleep in, you looked at peace and

I was like you should have spoken up

All this time trying to sober up

Swore a crowd not a Crown would be the next thing I opened up

Saw I was so corrupt, I wasn’t coping but

Seeing friends going down, had me choking up

Plus a drunk nearly killed Debris in a car that crashed

Left us a DJ who had to start from scratch

So I arched my back, stretched my shoulders

Said let’s shed this wretched coldness

Drink from the sun and swallow the heat

Just to spit it out, and have 'em follow the beat

What we gotta give this crowd’s something of another class

March till the sun is down and we’re walking under stars

«They were recording enough music for two albums, that was premeditated

They, they weren’t just like, 'let's make a record and we’ll pick the best ten

or twelve songs'

It was from day one, 'we're making two albums'»