*Chewed up (can’t be contained)
*Speak up (look where the gun’s aimed)
*Loot up (pick up the chump change)
*Speed up (and book in the bus lane)
*Used to sit and dream, bout whips and C.R.E.A.M.
And bigger things, found my place
Fit my jeans, get out my face
Before I clip your wings

Caught in the middle of some sentimental bullshit
Got an instrumental when I figure I can pull this
*Day out of the dark cloud, downtown
*Stay out with the cloud in 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 and hype, then I go home
In a big bus talking on a cellphone

*So lost (followin their babble)
*On top (smacked with a paddle)
*Knocked out (drowned 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 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]

Spell it out, yell it out
They all want to know what the hell it’s about
Ain’t got no guns, ain’t got no jewelery
Show stay packed with tons of groupies
They go crazy, act unruly
Fans in the crowd hella high like Coolie
Girls in the crowd screaming, “Choose me! Do me!”
I play it humble like, “Excuse me? Who me?”

*Grab that Crown, pass it down
*Ask around, “What that’s about?”
We’re backing out, ass on the ground
Shut that mouth, don’t act out
You buggin, must be drunk at the bar
*Buzzin, cuz you nothing hard
You ain’t up in the stars, you stuck in the jar
Now shuffle the cards and get dealt dealt dealt

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

*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

Don’t know what you honestly thinking
*Rubberband tryna carry weights, but
I can see your confidence shrinking
*Color crayon on the radiator
Gotta stick to talking shit
Prosthetic tits, fake politics
You can’t stop the bricks, so take a sip
For the apocalypse and get off my dick

*Now I’m screwed up, sipped a lil’ lean
*Got me feelin like Wayne doing Lil 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
Cuz even you know it’s all about the Felt Felt Felt

[Chorus]