Give It Up - Lyrics - Felt

[Slug] I sit in the back of the chamber away from the strangers Like I'm a big *** *** your theories, clearly it's a myriad Of weak characters, and second to last period Put the asterisk by your name With a footnote explaining 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 minuscule miniatures Consummate con artists conning all you conformists Pushing my penmanship, pinnacle performance A peg leg, I profit through piracy I still sell, indulge in the irony And I will be the last man standing Screaming, "Land, ho!" and sink your whole damn planet [Slug] Give it up, give it here, I want full attention Sharpen up the number two, time to start the testing Sentences etched into the development Confliction internal, at war with your skeleton [Murs] I got an airtight alibi, no holes in my story Got some hood homies that can hold that for me There's new ways to get high but all of that bore me Don't wanna be strung out on coke when you're forty [Chorus] [Murs] Swim together and drown separate Do not let it be a night of eyes like x's Do not let ? facilitate Eyes like x's, tongues like figure eights Stick together and die separate Do not let it be a night of eyes like x's Do not let it ? facilitate Eyes like x's, tongues like figure eights [Murs] Here it is a big day for the little rhymers Putting 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 writers? All that do is energize us Powered up, you sitting with that sour cup Crying over spilled milk, mad cause your hour's up It's our turn, better luck next time Kicked yours, until 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 putting letters together Did it for the adventure cause we know better There's no treasure, just sex, drugs, rock and roll, and guns And a visit to the dentist every twenty-four months I'm never respected peaches or plums That's why I speak to your face and keep my hand on your lunch [Murs] Boss up or bow down to big-timers We down-low, dodging all you dickriders You see me talking to a chick you know I'm trying to take her home *** my convo I'm cracking your camera phone [Slug] Out hollering cause my tolerance is thin I'm calling offense moves with my defense in Gotta watch you fools with every open eye Don't forget to watch them ones that try to hold you hot [Chorus]