Up On The Hill Lyrics - Bag Of Hits - Fun Lovin Criminals

It's just a hill of beans to some 

Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump 

See I grew up on the hill 

But still I keep ready 

Had a mind of my own like West gave to Freddy 

As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth 

Spending nights with my rights, knocked out my tooth 

Yeah, it scarred my soul 

It fucked me up like vodka 

Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was Latka 

The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are 

If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star 

The Big Top knows all the choices you chose 

Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes 

[Chorus 1:] 

Now up on the Hill is where you find us 

Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless 

Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest 

Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill 

[Chorus 2:] 

And up on the Hill is where you find us 

And up on the Hill that shit is timeless 

Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest 

Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill 

Now go make your mound in an anthill, sonny 

You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money 

A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose 

And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose 

Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedos 

Live a life of your dreams,like boz did Lido 

I said Lido, who-a-oh 

I said one more time, ought to get it 

Now look up, look up higher and see 

It's not as hard as you figured it would be 

Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter 

Agreed, Now, if it's all right with you it's all right with me 

[Chorus 2 x 2] 

[Chorus 1 x 2] 

[Chorus 2 x 2] 

[Chorus 1] 

It's just a hill of beans to some 

Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lump 

See I grew up on the hill 

But still I keep ready 

Had a mind of my own like West gave to Freddy 

As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth 

Spending nights with my rights, knocked out my tooth 

Yeah, it scarred my soul 

It fucked me up like vodka.