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Hologram (feat. The Grouch & Aesop Rock)

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Hologram (feat. The Grouch & Aesop Rock) - Felt Lyrics


[Chorus: Slug]

And I don't need approval, I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round

And I don't need to be so immature and juvenile

But I don't give a fuck about what they be hollerin'

If you understand it, put your hand up in the hologram

Don't need approval, I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round

And I don't need to be so immature and juvenile

But I don't give a fuck about what they be hollerin'

If you understand it, put your hand up in the hologram



[Verse 1: Slug]

I listen to some Prince when I miss Prince

But I haven't worn my purple trench ever since

Under the bridge, I'm tryna get off the grid

Won't even let my kids put my picture up on the fridge

I'm on broken spokes, pokin' holes into ghosts

Tryna open up the show with the appropriate toast

Like, "This goes to those that's this close to closure

Like a disco where the kids go to snort they coke"

And I remember the glow of the ember on the end of

Those old cigarettes we used to smoke

And now we wanna spread love, self-care and growth

But still tryna touch the butt of this American joke

Well, I hope to see you laughin' at the finish line

Instead of lookin' at the big design like, "Give me mine"

And if my plane crash, you can keep the hashtags

Just put a couple sacks in my little man's bag



[Verse 2: Murs]

Still readin' image comic books until I'm skybound

Still in these streets where the PD make you lie down

Yup, in my town, right in the middle of Highland

Ghetto bird, guns drawn, six cars, sirens

Mistaken ID, do I wanna press charges?

Nah, I'm just happy I ain't see the desk sergeant

Hit the store before it close, copped some golden Oreos

Celebrate the close call, y'all know how the story go

Detain the black, deport the brown

Until we dethrone the orange face-ass clown

Double down on these conscious-rapping millionaires

Fightin' for the rights of civilians like they really care

Beware of these turntable turncoats

Lightin' up they blunts while the GOP burn votes

Reminiscin' on when rap was still risky

Ridin' down Crenshaw screamin', "Long live Nipsey"



[Verse 3: The Grouch]

Well, I wanna be felt when you hear Felt

Like Slug's a living legend and that's clear-cut

I wanna be wealthy so I share wealth

Had Pennies for my thoughts when I pulled up, my pants

Used to sag, now I'm dad, I got Bennies for my thoughts

Nieces and nephews still got many more to walk

Many, many more to clock, miles and minutes

Explain your whole world in one stylish sentence

Alright, go, I just did, prose, a little code of honor

Blow your little marijuana, think about your rarest moment

Spirits out for the homies

Flowers for the hour, now your outfit is holy

Uh, you can run on for a long time

Marathon long, long, long, long time

She said, "Just enjoy the present"

I said, "Nah, I wanna make it last forever"



[Verse 4: Aesop Rock]

Lead feather never met a clear victory

Met a sheriff fishtailin' in zero visibility

Fishing for a whisper of symmetry in the dead cells

Press one for the pharmacy, party people, send help

Return address where every step is a suspense film

And sunset is someone else's blood of a condensed milk

Shits and chills, send her what you got left

Scatter if your shadow is shaped like a Rorschach test

Swamp thing, palm water leaking from the bucket hats

Seaweed over bloated feet, responded, "What the fuck is that?"

Me, I'm off a mothership that buzz in from another map

Conducted with the upper hand, pluck you off the cul-de-sac

Line drills on the grindstone

Irrefutably on line one, I'll hold

Eye of the coyote trip around the high beams

Yipping at the train yard in and out of lightspeed



[Chorus: Slug]

And I don't need approval, I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round

And I don't need to be so immature and juvenile

But I don't give a fuck about what they be hollerin'

If you understand it, put your hand up in the hologram

Don't need approval, I'm just tryna keep it movin' 'round

And I don't need to be so immature and juvenile

But I don't give a fuck about what they be hollerin'

If you understand it, put your hand up in the hologram



[Outro: Slug]

Put your hand up in the hologram

Put your hand up in the hologram

Put your hand up in the hologram

Hologram (feat. The Grouch & Aesop Rock) lyrics !!!