Aesop Rock - Felt Chewed Up lyrics

[Slug] 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 about whips and cream And bigger things, found my place Fit my jeans, get out my face Before I clip your wings [Murs] Caught in the middle of some sentimental bullsh** Got an instrumental when I figure I can pull this Day out of the dark cloud, downtown Stay out in the crowd with 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 hyped then I go home In a big bus talking on a cellphone [Slug] So lost following the 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] [Slug and Murs] Chewed up and lost control We swerving, 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 [Murs] 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 j**elry Shows 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?” [Slug] Grab that Crown, pa** it down Ask around what that's about We're backing out, a** on the ground Shut that mouth, don't act out You bugging, must be drunk at the bar Buzzing cousin, you nothing hard You ain't up in the stars, you stuck in the jar Now shuffle the cards you get dealt dealt dealt [Chorus] [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 thinking Rubber band trying to carry weights but I can see your confidence shrinking Color crayon on the radiator Gotta stick to talking sh** Prosthetic tits, fake politics You can't stop the bricks so take a sip For the apocalypse and get off my dick [Murs] Now screwed up, I sipped a little lean Got me feeling like Wayne doing 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 doing better then keep it to yourself Cause even you know it's all about the Felt Felt Felt [Chorus]