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felt - trees lyrics

[chorus: slug and murs]
pleased to meet you, i’m high as h+ll
r2d2, i’m fly as well
and i ain’t even gotta tell you
but i might as well
i’ve got the trees on my mirror so my car won’t smell

[verse 1: slug & murs]
my netflix password is murs4prez
i keep a scrooge mcduck to disperse my pez
i’m kinda nervous you’re the feds ’cause you dress like a narc
all you try to do is play catch with my heart
murs, am i right
ayo, quiet on the set
she already in love, but she don’t know it yet
you’re playing with fire, hope you don’t get burned
that sh+t’s no concern, let’s grow this perm
i keep my focus like i’m home alone choking the worm
and you can hit my mobile phone if there’s nowhere to turn
it goes ’round and ’round, i gained a few pounds
but i lost a few friends
who didn’t want to stay down
what up though, sluggo?
yo what up, murs?
back before we used to catch blurbs and herb
back before the [?] was the perfect of [?]
around the same time salt first said “yo, herb”
i was a little assh0l+ that talked a whole lotta sh+t
i was skating mine thinking i was legit
in the city of lynwood, becoming a man
dancing to the dream team at a park called [?]
i wanted a jheri curl, my mom said “no!”
i was four foot three with a busted ‘fro
i used to bust the flow, i was the loudest though
i needed crowd control so i could crush the show
like the fat boys tape that i copped out at long beach
on the bus ride wrong, guess i sat in the wrong seat
got punched in the face, they said they wanted my tape
i had a gun at my waist, but yo hold up wait
it goes cold crush, gold rush, pocket full of no f+cks
felt 4
skeletor
your momma be like, “so what?”
doughnuts with aes rock, ice+t hates cops
six in the morning, word to jenson on krock
stop trying to name drop, catch a raindrop
jogging with a walkman, listening to k+pop
she make party with the bomb ass food
i came through, punks move with the arm tattoo
van glorious, black watch on my wrist
if you don’t know the time, i’mma tell you with my fist
power to the people
sour to the diesel
and i don’t even smoke that flower, but i need to

[chorus: slug and murs]
pleased to meet you, i’m high as h+ll
r2d2, i’m fly as well
and i ain’t even gotta tell you
but i might as well
i’ve got the trees on my mirror so my car won’t smell

- felt lyrics

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