paroles de chanson She Sonnet - Felt
Verse
1:
(Slug)
Step,
you
know
the
rep,
it
crawls
and
creeps
Keep
holdin
ya
breath
until
you
fall
asleep
From
the
minor
leagues,
we
got
no
time
to
bleed
Ya
need
to
open
the
peace,
and
stop
trippin
over
both
ya
feet
Tie
ya
laces
before
ya
try
to
chase
Disgrace
don′t
discriminate,
it
paints
any
face
I
been
many
places,
animate
em
all
to
be
You
want
some
fire
on
the
roof,
yes
y'all
follow
me
(me)
(MURS)
I
been
high
planes,
drippin
since
the
90′s
Sipher,
backpack
wit
some
weed,
that's
where
you
find
me
I
was
listenin
to
Wu
Tang,
tryin
to
do
the
group
thang
They
called
us
log
cabin,
we
opened
up
a
new
lane
From
the
life
to
the
road,
i
was
there
for
it
Rock
steady,
scribble
jam,
all
the
rare
moments
We
been
in
the
game
so
long
But
still
evolvin
while
they
all
been
singin
the
same
song,
so
(Chorus)
x2
Touch,
you
don't
want
it
Rush,
you
don′t
want
it
Broke,
you
don′t
want
it
Joke,
you
don't
want
it
None,
you
don′t
want
it
Dun,
you
don't
want
it
MURS
and
Slug
and
Aes
And
she′s
on
it!
Verse
2:
(MURS)
She
told
that
she
never
had
no
one
to
listen
to
Tried
hip-hop,
but
it
was
hard
to
get
into
They
called
her
'bitch,′
and
it
was
so
disrespectful
She
turned
a
deaf
ear
and
started
bumpin
techno
But
i
apologize,
and
here's
a
dedication
I'm
not
a
saint,
but
i
really
ain′t
for
degradation
Fuck
a
bitch,
love
a
woman,
that′s
my
new
motto
Ha,
yea
i'm
ignorant,
but
tryin
to
be
a
role
model
(Slug)
Pulled
half
my
life
through
this
homemade
pipe
Took
a
left,
left,
left
like
i
know
this
right
And
i′m
supposed
to
give
a
fuck
about
what
you
'bout
Like
isn′t
this
somethin
now,
shut
ya
mouth,
you
buggin
out
Yea
i
know
we
make
em
go
nuts,
so
what
You
know
what,
hold
up,
don't
interrupt
the
grown-ups
Get
busy,
T.C.,
Twin
Cities
Where
she
keeps
it
pretty,
and
ya
CD′s
are
frisbees
(Chorus)
x2
Verse
3:
(MURS)
The
ultimate,
we're
as
dope
as
it's
supposed
to
get
Some
say
they
want
a
new
style,
some
say
they
like
our
older
shit
Critics
thru
the
dark,
sat
my
heart
and
i
took
it
Put
it
all
on
my
shoulders,
but
it
left
my
back
crooked
Bit,
but
not
broken
up,
late
night
hopin
Lost
wit
no
cause,
got
the
eyes
wide
open
Schemin
on
a
dream,
that′s
always
seemin
to
unravel
Cause
we
caught
up
wit
the
legions
of
the
demons
that
we
battle
(Slug)
You
ain′t
a
artist,
you
a
scumbag,
douchebag
Cause
when
it
rains,
you
keep
waivin
some
new
flag
You
ain't
a
critic,
just
a
giant
midget
Tryin
to
get
wit
any
tool
to
help
you
climb
that
big
dick
Well
you
can
hide
between
the
pride
and
guilt
Stand
still,
and
deny
the
time
it
took
to
get
it
built
Or
illustrate
the
definition
of
hell
And
shape
it
into
whatever
it
takes
for
you
to
feel
Felt
(Chorus)
x2
1 Protagonists
2 Felt Chewed Up
3 Get Cake
4 Bass for Your Truck
5 Like You
6 Permanent Standby
7 Ghost Dance Deluxe
8 Revisiting the Styleetron
9 Whaleface
10 Glory Burning
11 Henrietta Longbottom
12 She Sonnet
13 Felt Good
14 Deathmurdermayhem
15 The Clap
16 Give It Up
17 Paul Reubens
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