@[Diderik:33655] "Your a holiday!" Was a popular term used in the 50s/60s to compliment someone on their all around. For example, not only are they beautiful, but they are fun and kind too ... just an all around "holiday".
I think your first comment is closer to being accurate. The singer/song writers state "Millions of eyes can see, yet why am i so blind!? When the someone else is me, its unkind its unkind". I believe hes referring to the girl toying with him and using him. He wants something deeper with her, thats why he allows himself to be as a puppet (even though for her fun and games) as long as it makes her happy. But he knows deep down that she doesnt really want to be serious with him and thats what makes him.
I don't dance, I don't jump, I don't front
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 1: Pressure
Pressure tired as fuck lining up
It's getting old, its cold and half the night is up
And you wonder why fights erupt, wisen up
Mr. Door bitch let me inside the club
With his gelled hair, tight pants, silky shirt, man fag
Let me in soon or I'mma piss in your hand bag
What's he gonna do if he gets bashed in the streets
He ain't a bouncer he's just the fashion police
You know whats tragic a girl stops traffic
You let her in stop a bloke, thats a cock block faggot
Get a sweater for my dress code
Would you suggest go matching in sweaters with my best bro's
An entry pass, give me entry fast
Before your head comes acquainted with an empty glass
Clubs and bad pussy are one and the same
After I talk my way in I'm never coming again
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no comp
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 2: Trials
Mr. Trials, grubby in a club with a nice shirt
Try'na find a honey with some money and a nice purse
I'm on a bender and broke won't stop us
So I hobble to a rich bitch as think as their wallet
Promised the world to this girl that I'd get her heart racing
Sip into sick pints and I'm always sayin' same shit
I need a drink like Mick Jagger needs a hit
I need a drink like Angelina needs to leave her lips
I'm at my peace when I'm pissed, if I get a drink
Tell a chick whatever I got tell her to make her my bank teller
I'm a rank feller in need of Jesus Juice, Jesus Christ would I need to do
Stop the whole girl flattery thing
Buy it better when you walk around with charity tins
Now say I'm fucked from birth, find a girl with purse that bulge and drink
and problem solved
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no comp
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 3: Hons
Hons the last dude that want to check your tracks
For real what you think I'm about to press it up on ear wax
I doubt that that one thing I hate about cats spitting in ya ear like
its ness in '58
I wanna tell em' get fucked I came hear to get drunk
and throw game like bad losers thats run out of luck
But yet I'm stuck feeling awkward with some cats spittin flavour
in my ear like Craig Mac was in my Walkman
I'd rather shit talkin and at least I'd get a word in
and not some rappers dinner all floating in my bourbon
And when he's spittin I ain't even listening
I came to see the live set not a pop star audition
And I couldn't really care about the shit you write
and if I want my ear chewed then I'd go turn to turn with Tyson
And if your offended I ain't try'na be harsh
I'll hear your shit when it drops so leave me at the fucking bar
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no comp
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 4: Suffa
Suffa standing at the bar cos I wanna shout, a round
Getting ignored so I had to pull my wallet out
I'm down with the fact that you wanna get some play bro
But you've been serving chicks while I've been standing here like "ey yo"
Don't take all day bro, stop that weak shit
That girl dont want you, that bitch wants a free drink
Now I'm getting shitted out this cat would've bought the bitter out
If I was a broad and walked in with my titties out
Ohh this bar tender thinks he can get these girls tipsy
In hopes of a wristy
On the real son, try make me feel dumb
If I can't buy a fucking drink I'mma steal one
and spit liquor on the bar to set it on fire
Half price drinks is what it said on the flyer
But I can't even get served man, yeah thats chill
Ignore me all night I'mma rip off ya till
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no comp
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 5: Sesta
Unlce Sesta rolling up already half cut
Bouncer still mad as a mother fucker from last month
I've done fucked up tequila, lethal
Have me stealin and screamin and feeling up a beater vehicle
Name's at the door, chill bro I'm good
"Whats ya name?"
"I'm Debris from the Hilltop Hoods" (hey, yo)
Post myself with the drinks facing a sick shit hanging off my lip
while I'm chasing a bitch
Don't buy her a drink give em' a fly or a wink
See ya at my show next week (oohhh)
Before I touched the whore she bounced when her fat friend
turned around like "he's a funkoar!" (slut!)
Called to the bar now pour all of my shots but 4 bucks is all that I got
Fuck this I'mma bail
cos alot of fans want me to sign their chest but they're males
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no co,p
I do the fuck what I want
I don't dance, I don't jump, I don't front
I do the fuck what I want
[Vocals/Sample:]
Once I had a love
Kissed him every morning
Then one day my love
Left with no warning...
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 1: Pressure
Pressure tired as fuck lining up
It's getting old, its cold and half the night is up
And you wonder why fights erupt, wisen up
Mr. Door bitch let me inside the club
With his gelled hair, tight pants, silky shirt, man fag
Let me in soon or I'mma piss in your hand bag
What's he gonna do if he gets bashed in the streets
He ain't a bouncer he's just the fashion police
You know whats tragic a girl stops traffic
You let her in stop a bloke, thats a cock block faggot
Get a sweater for my dress code
Would you suggest go matching in sweaters with my best bro's
An entry pass, give me entry fast
Before your head comes acquainted with an empty glass
Clubs and bad pussy are one and the same
After I talk my way in I'm never coming again
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no comp
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 2: Trials
Mr. Trials, grubby in a club with a nice shirt
Try'na find a honey with some money and a nice purse
I'm on a bender and broke won't stop us
So I hobble to a rich bitch as think as their wallet
Promised the world to this girl that I'd get her heart racing
Sip into sick pints and I'm always sayin' same shit
I need a drink like Mick Jagger needs a hit
I need a drink like Angelina needs to leave her lips
I'm at my peace when I'm pissed, if I get a drink
Tell a chick whatever I got tell her to make her my bank teller
I'm a rank feller in need of Jesus Juice, Jesus Christ would I need to do
Stop the whole girl flattery thing
Buy it better when you walk around with charity tins
Now say I'm fucked from birth, find a girl with purse that bulge and drink
and problem solved
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no comp
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 3: Hons
Hons the last dude that want to check your tracks
For real what you think I'm about to press it up on ear wax
I doubt that that one thing I hate about cats spitting in ya ear like
its ness in '58
I wanna tell em' get fucked I came hear to get drunk
and throw game like bad losers thats run out of luck
But yet I'm stuck feeling awkward with some cats spittin flavour
in my ear like Craig Mac was in my Walkman
I'd rather shit talkin and at least I'd get a word in
and not some rappers dinner all floating in my bourbon
And when he's spittin I ain't even listening
I came to see the live set not a pop star audition
And I couldn't really care about the shit you write
and if I want my ear chewed then I'd go turn to turn with Tyson
And if your offended I ain't try'na be harsh
I'll hear your shit when it drops so leave me at the fucking bar
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no comp
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 4: Suffa
Suffa standing at the bar cos I wanna shout, a round
Getting ignored so I had to pull my wallet out
I'm down with the fact that you wanna get some play bro
But you've been serving chicks while I've been standing here like "ey yo"
Don't take all day bro, stop that weak shit
That girl dont want you, that bitch wants a free drink
Now I'm getting shitted out this cat would've bought the bitter out
If I was a broad and walked in with my titties out
Ohh this bar tender thinks he can get these girls tipsy
In hopes of a wristy
On the real son, try make me feel dumb
If I can't buy a fucking drink I'mma steal one
and spit liquor on the bar to set it on fire
Half price drinks is what it said on the flyer
But I can't even get served man, yeah thats chill
Ignore me all night I'mma rip off ya till
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no comp
I do the fuck what I want
Verse 5: Sesta
Unlce Sesta rolling up already half cut
Bouncer still mad as a mother fucker from last month
I've done fucked up tequila, lethal
Have me stealin and screamin and feeling up a beater vehicle
Name's at the door, chill bro I'm good
"Whats ya name?"
"I'm Debris from the Hilltop Hoods" (hey, yo)
Post myself with the drinks facing a sick shit hanging off my lip
while I'm chasing a bitch
Don't buy her a drink give em' a fly or a wink
See ya at my show next week (oohhh)
Before I touched the whore she bounced when her fat friend
turned around like "he's a funkoar!" (slut!)
Called to the bar now pour all of my shots but 4 bucks is all that I got
Fuck this I'mma bail
cos alot of fans want me to sign their chest but they're males
Chorus:
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no co,p
I do the fuck what I want
I don't dance, I don't jump, I don't front
I do the fuck what I want
[Vocals/Sample:]
Once I had a love
Kissed him every morning
Then one day my love
Left with no warning...
Lyrics submitted by Matty
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I think this is fairly obvious, especially to the guys, hard to get a drink let alone get into clubs when you're a male... A good tip though, buy a drink for a chick and the tenders will serve ya all night so ya wont have to rip off their till...lol