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• Artiste: Felt
• Titre: Freeze Tag
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Stop, hold it, freeze They call me Daley, I get it nightly Stay awake you never know where they might be I get respect even when they don't like me Just trying to find some WiFi to sext with the wifey I wasn't born, I was hatched on the moon Find me sleep backstage on a couch in the green room Keep the motor running like there's something to prove Fuck you gonna do when we bust some moves? Stop, hold it, freeze Until her momma come back like Jesus I'mma do my very best to lead us I got a pocket full of Norman Reedus 'Cause these zombies might try and eat us And they must be braindead and drunk on their pain meds To think that true love don't come in the same sex Suplex 'em on they neck and be done with it I'm politicking, but I'm trying to have fun with me Stop hold it freeze Oh please, don't anybody gotta treat me like an OG Oh geeze I just want a backyard so I can grow a couple of trees I'm not a rap star, I'm just a fucker that's free I've sang along to money earning Mount Vernon At an English bar called Merlin's in Berlin And uh, you might just be as cool as the wind But you know I didn't intend to make new friends Stop hold it freeze I'm free-spirited, please don't take me serious I ain't had sleep in a week, I'm so delirious That good loving guaranteed to make some pretty babies Thought I was off before, but now I'm really crazy Psychopathic from mathematics to fabric felt Those suckers grounded, they thought they had it, they mad as hell Don't sleep like folks who ain't fans yet My flow too deep, and they scared to get their pants wet Hold on, hold on, let me see your motherfucking hands Where the fuck y'all going? Hey, put that down, stop!