Текст песни Felt Chewed Up - Felt
Verse
1:
F-E-L-T,
FELT!
FELT!
FELT!
(Slug)
Chewed
up,
can′t
be
contained
Speak
up,
look
where
the
guns
aim
?,
pick
up
the
chump
change
Speed
up
and
book
in
the
bus
lane
Used
to
sit
and
dream
'bout
whips
and
cream
and
bigger
things
Found
my
place,
fit
my
jeans
Get
out
my
face
before
i
clip
ya
wings
(MURS)
Caught
up
in
the
middle
of
some
sentimental
bullshit
Got
a
instrumental
and
i
figure
i
could
pull
this
Day
out,
the
dark
cloud,
down
time
Stay
out
in
the
crowd
wit
the
sunshine
Our
rhymes
got
a
little
bit
more
to
give
So
i
give
it
and
i
stay
on
tour
to
live
Grab
a
mic,
get
it
hype,
then
i
go
home
In
a
big
bus
talkin
on
a
cell
phone
(Slug)
So
lost,
followin
the
babbles
On
top,
smack
with
a
paddle
Knock
out,
drown
in
the
shallow
Fall
off,
get
back
in
the
saddle
The
answer′s
clear,
you
can't
compare
You
got
one
beer
and
one
hand
to
steer
Stand
right
there
under
the
chandelier
The
band
is
here,
we're
called
FELT!
FELT!
FELT!
(Chorus)
Chewed
up,
and
lost
control
(we
swervin′)
She
loves
the
awesome
flow
(she
heard
it)
They
try
to
stop
the
growth
(they
nervous)
That′s
like,
impossible
F-E-L-T
FELT!
FELT!
FELT!
Verse
2:
(MURS)
Spell
it
out,
yell
it
out
They
all
wanna
know
what
the
hell
it's
about
Ain′t
got
no
guns,
ain't
got
no
jewelry
Shows
stay
packed
wit
tons
of
groupies
They
go
crazy,
act
unruly
Fans
in
the
crowd
hella
high
like
Coolie
Girls
in
the
crowd
screamin
′choose
me,
do
me'
I
play
it
humble
like
′excuse
me,
who
me?'
(Slug)
Grab
that
crown,
pass
it
down
Ask
around,
what
that's
about
We′re
back
now,
ass
on
the
ground
Shut
that
mouth,
don′t
act
out
You
buggin,
must
be
drunk
at
the
bar
Buzzin
cousin,
you
nothin'
hard
You
aint
up
in
the
stars,
you
stuck
in
a
jar
Now
shuffle
the
cards
or
get
dealt,
dealt,
dealt
(Chorus)
Verse
3:
(MURS)
Feel
that,
real
rap
Raw
beats
to
bang
in
y′all
streets
So
cool
at
the
same
time
all
heat
So
fly
should've
been
in
star
fleet
Ride
shotgun
in
my
x-wing
Watch
the
hipsters
hop
to
the
next
thing
Fad
to
fad,
so
depressing
Around
for
years,
that
don′t
impress
me
(Slug)
Don't
know
what
you
honestly
thinkin′
Rubber
band
tryin
to
carry
weights
But
i
can
see
your
confidence
shrinkin
Color
crayon
on
the
radia-tor
Gotta
stick
to
talkin
shit
Prosthetic
tits,
fake
politics
You
cant
stop
the
bricks,
so
take
a
sip
For
the
apocalypse,
and
get
off
my
dick
(MURS)
Now
i'm
screwed
up,
i
sipped
a
little
lean
Got
me
feelin
like
Wayne
doin
little
things
I
do
it
big
on
the
independent
tip
New
car,
no
rims
on
the
whip
I
got
a
chick,
she
ain't
a
super-duper-fly
girl
I
got
a
few
and
they
all
rock
my
world
You
do
it
better,
then
keep
it
to
yourself
Cause
even
YOU
know
its
all
about
the
FELT!
FELT!
FELT
(Chorus)
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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