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Hilltop Hoods - Be Yourself (Official Audio) ft. Ecca Vandal, Nyassa
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hilltop Hoods
Hilltop Hoods
Performer
Ecca Vandal
Ecca Vandal
Vocals
Nyassa
Nyassa
Vocals
Matthew Lambert
Matthew Lambert
Rap
Daniel Smith
Daniel Smith
Rap
Barry Francis
Barry Francis
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Lambert
Matthew Lambert
Composer
Daniel Smith
Daniel Smith
Composer
Barry Francis
Barry Francis
Composer
Leigh Ryan
Leigh Ryan
Composer
Bob Relf
Bob Relf
Composer
Earl Nelson
Earl Nelson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Plutonic Lab
Plutonic Lab
Mixing Engineer
Neville Clark
Neville Clark
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Feelin' good, in fact, I'm feelin' might fine
'Nother year, 'nother grind, 'nother smile line
Dead star type of light shine
Why you takin' up my time if you ain't of a like mind?
Forget what you and who say
It's the future that moves my mood today
I could be toothless and grey, lose my toupee
And still feel bullet-proof like Luke Cage
[Verse 2]
I never been concerned with a beef
Just learnin' to be the best version of me
They say that we can learn from defeat
Why they lookin' for adversity permanently?
They're missin' the mark, still in rut
Need a little bit of dip in their strut, livin' it up
The enlightenin' feeling of not givin' a fuck
While they're puttin' me down I've been pickin' it up, so
[Verse 3]
Don't let no one tell you who you are, be yourself
Don't let no one tell you who you are, be yourself
'Cause they fill you with rage
You're like, "Why are you breakin' my heart?"
Its like they build you to break you
Just wanted to take you apart, part, part
(Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's go!)
[Verse 4]
Looking good, lookin' better than I ever have
Feelin' good, feelin' that till I remember that
I have to interact with the world, game on
Put my human face on like Patrick Bateman
My game face, same face that my mum kiss
So you don't love this, it don't mean bupkis
White boy rapper, frat boy man
He probably have a drug problem like a grown child actor
[Verse 5]
Fat boy, have to get in those reps
Get an app boy, I have to get in those steps
Lookin' long in the tooth but the truth is I'm strong
And I'm stronger than you in the booth kid, Come on
I'm so pretty, make 'em all stare at me
Blow my own horn, call me Ron Jeremy
How I take these hits, man I'm convinced
I deserve a purple heart like Prince, my God
[Verse 6]
Don't let no one tell you who you are, be yourself
Don't let no one tell you who you are, be yourself
'Cause they fill you with rage
You're like, "Why are you breakin' my heart?"
It's like they build you to break you
Just wanted to take you apart, part, part
[Verse 7]
Don't let no one tell you who you are, be yourself
Don't let no one tell you who you are, be yourself
'Cause they fill you with rage
You're like, "Why are you breakin' my heart?"
It's like they build you to break you
Just wanted to take you apart, part, part
[Verse 8]
Ya know ya scratch!
Ya know ya scratch!
Ya know ya scratch!
Ya know ya scratch!
[Verse 9]
Be yourself
Written by: Barry Francis, Bob Relf, Daniel Smith, Earl Nelson, Leigh Ryan, Matthew Lambert
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