paroles de chanson Give It Up - Felt
Verse
1:
(Slug)
I
sit
in
the
back
of
the
chamber
Away
from
the
strangers,
like
i'm
a
big
banger
Fuck
your
theories,
clearly
it's
a
myriad
Of
weak
characters,
the
second
to
last
periods
Put
the
asterisk
by
ya
name
With
a
footnote
explainin
the
shattered
glass
frame
The
gas
came,
the
smile
was
afflicted
They
called
it
fame,
highly
addictive
(MURS)
I
graduated
like
a
cylinder,
my
signature
Can't
be
recognized
by
you
miniscule
miniatures
Consumate
con
artists,
conning
all
you
con-formers
Pushin
my
penmanship,
pinnacle
per-formance
A
peg
leg,
a
prophet
through
piracy
I
still
sell,
indulge
in
the
irony
And
i
will
be
the
last
man
standin
Screamin
'land,
ho'
and
sink
ya
whole
damn
planet
(Slug)
Give
it
up,
give
it
here,
i
want
full
attention
Sharpen
up
the
number-2,
time
to
start
the
testin
Sentences
etched
into
the
development
Confliction
internal,
at
war
with
ya
skeleton
(MURS)
I
got
an
air-tight
alibi,
no
holes
in
my
story
Got
some
hood
homies
that
can
hold
that
for
me
It's
new
ways
to
get
high,
but
all
of
that
bore
me
Don't
wanna
be
strung
out
on
coke
when
your
40
(Chorus)
(Aesop
Rock)
Let's
put
it
together,
or
drown
separate
Do
not
let?
eyes
like
X's
Do
not
let?
facilitate
Eyes
like
X's,
tongues
like
figure-8's
Get
it
together,
or
bow
separate
Do
not
let?
eyes
like
X's
Do
not
let?
facilitate
Eyes
like
X's,
tongues
like
figure-8's
Verse
2:
(MURS)
Here
it
is,
a
big
day
for
the
little
rhymers
Puttin
out
a
new
record,
all
they
do
is
criticize
us
All
up
on
the
internet,
they
analyze
us,
then
they
doubt
us
Can't
they
see
these
men
are
riders,
all
that
do
is
energize
us
Powered
up,
you
sittin
wit
that
sour
cup
Cryin
over
spilled
milk,
mad
cause
your
hour's
up
It's
our
turn,
better
luck
next
time
Get
yours,
til
then,
respect
mine
(Slug)
I'm
a
product
of
too
many
Minnesota
winters
Go
figure,
they
call
me
a
go-getter
Had
a
fetish
for
puttin
letters
together
Did
it
for
the
adventure,
cause
we
know
better,
there's
no
treasure
Just
sex,
drugs,
rock
'n'
roll,
and
guns
And
a
visit
to
the
dentist
every
24
months
I
never
expected
peaches
or
plums
That's
why
i
speak
to
your
face,
and
keep
my
hands
on
your
lunch
(MURS)
Boss
up,
or
bow
down
to
big
timers
We
down
low,
dodgin
all
you
dick-riders
See
me
talkin
to
a
chick,
you
know
i'm
tryin
to
take
her
home
Cock-block
my
convo,
i'm
crackin
yo
camera
phone
(Slug)
I'm
hollerin,
cause
my
tolerance
is
thin
I'm
callin
offense
moves
wit
my
defense
in
Gotta
watch
you
fools
wit
every
open
eye
Don't
forget
to
watch
them
ones
that
try
to
hold
you
high
(you
know
that's
riiiight)
(Chorus)
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10 Whaleface
11 Glory Burning
12 Henrietta Longbottom
13 She Sonnet
14 Felt Good
15 Deathmurdermayhem
16 The Prize
17 G.I. Josephine
18 The Clap
19 We Have You Surrounded
20 Give It Up
21 Paul Reubens
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