Felt - Name In Ya Mouth lyrics

Somebody said that money is the
Root of all evil, yeah, i guess it is
That's why I came to the party dressed
Like an exorcist
And we can get down, get off the furniture
I don't believe in you 'cause I
Don't see ya curvature
I'm not perfect, but I got purpose
Hold up ya drink like you
Don't know what thirst is f what you heard
We just fire like a furnace is
Name in ya mouth like
It's permanent on surfaces
Dynamite, you felt euphoria
Time took flight
But I'm walkin' like a warrior
Even when I'm gone, I'm a drug on these beats
Shit, I might as well draw
A slug on your teeth

Brief introduction
Invite you to the function
Come up in this house
You better not touch nothin'
I'm slow dancing with my chick
Tell the DJ to play "Remember 2 Forget"
Two-stepping to my own jam
Now I'm drinking beer on my porch
I'm a grown man
Hella hungry like the days I had no fans
'Bout to hit that Taco Bell
Up off of Rosecrans
Ain't no food trucks in my hood
Ain't no hipsters where I stay in Inglewood
Still in these streets just
So that it's understood
Felt for the people 'cause you
Knew that we would

Lock it down, then I'm breakin' on out
It ain't a party 'til you makin' 'em shout
You never tell 'em what the game is about
You just try to put ya name in they mouth
Lock it down, then I'm breakin' on out
It ain't a party 'til you makin' 'em shout
You never tell 'em what the game is about
You just try to put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth
You just, you just wanna
Put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth
You just, you just wanna
Put ya name in they mouth

Why you talking all loud for?
You the type that like to
Gossip 'til your mouth sore tMZ meets TMJ
I'm from the L dot-A and homie, we don't play
Playin' oldies on a Sunday, on my Art Laboe
Then José text me, time to start the show
I'm backstage off that Jameson as usual
Another show sold out, it's so beautiful
Real heads, real rap, real shit
The radio still don't feel this
They only fuck with the famous and rich
I just came to put my name on your lips

It's almost time for the rooster
Feelin' like an alien
Tryna get used to driving a minivan
I've arrived from the future
This shit was accurate
I'm still on the south side of Minneapolis
Mind tricks the body
Body thinks the mind's crazy
I'm guessing that my wife
Probably wants another baby
Sometimes I feel like life got me gridlocked
Like 2Pac mixed with Tim Roth, let me live
Ma how you doin'
Everybody? Hope you're living swell
Or at least you got your people
Out the pit's of hell
Carve my name into the wall
Inside that wishing well
And when it touched you in the guts
This was that shit you felt

Lock it down, then I'm breakin' on out
It ain't a party 'til you makin' 'em shout
You never tell 'em what the game is about
You just try to put ya name in they mouth
Lock it down, then I'm breakin' on out
It ain't a party 'til you makin' 'em shout
You never tell 'em what the game is about
You just try to put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth
You just, you just wanna
Put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth
Put ya name in they mouth
You just, you just wanna
Put ya name in they mouth

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Then comes the two to the three, Felt 4