Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hold Up, artist - L-FRESH The LIONDate of issue: 18.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hold Up |
| «Yo L can I touch your beard?» |
| Awww hell nah man don’t get near |
| Cigarette stained hands and a breath full of beer |
| You’d be lucky to get a handshake around here |
| I be windscreen wiping people after a show |
| Tryna have some conversations with some fans, you know |
| Last thing I need is people touching my face when the show’s ended |
| And when I say no, they get all offended |
| Yo what’s with that? |
| I can’t understand it |
| There’s asking respectfully and there’s those who demand it |
| You don’t own me, you never will |
| Put your ignorance on ice man, you better chill |
| I ain’t here to be laughed at, I ain’t here to be degraded |
| My personal space isn’t an issue up for debating |
| My beard ain’t a hipster trend but when I’m done explaining |
| This chick comes by and asks «that's a nice beard, can I braid it?» |
| Hold Up (x 7) |
| And so I tell em |
| Hold Up (x 7) |
| So won’t you tell em |
| Hold Up (x 7) |
| And so we say |
| Hold Up (x 7) |
| Let me tell ya like this… |
| The show’s done, I’m chillin smoking reefer |
| White girl named Tani, come up kissing my cheek |
| Saying she really likes the way that I freak the (freak the what?) |
| Freak the mic with many styles |
| Now she want me to smile in one of her Fuji polaroid pictures |
| It’s all going so well, about to bid her farewell |
| When she grabs one of her friends, Alicia, saying «Oh my God he looks so much |
| like Wiz Khalifa» |
| What? |
| Girl, tell me you’re on drugs |
| Tell me your vision’s impaired or you were dropped on |
| The side of your head as an infant by your drunk mum |
| I know you think we all look alike but that’s one dumb statement |
| Now she’s saying my flat top looks amazing |
| Want to play with it like gorilla in cages |
| I said, I want a Ferrari but that’s not take place during our lifetime ladies |
| Neither is you touching my noggin like tradies |
| It’s degrading and mildly racist |
| But I know you have no idea so I politely say to ya |
| Your behaviour’s not okay, just hold up |
| Man, the shit people be saying at gigs |
| Yo, that’s some of the stupidest shit |
| After a few drinks some’ll get to ignorant quick |
| And I gotta laugh coz if not it’d screw with my head |
| Now the show’s wrapped up, I pick my back pack up |
| Thinking to myself there’s no more cats around to act up |
| But as I’m leaving with the band considering we’re all finished |
| I hear «hey that’s a nice bag. |
| I hope there’s no bombs in it!» |