Hold Up - L-FRESH The LION, Remi

«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!»