[Verse 1: L-FRESH The LION]
“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?”

[Chorus: L-FRESH The LION & Remi]
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)

[Verse 2: Remi]
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

[Chorus: L-FRESH The LION & Remi]

[Verse 3: L-FRESH The LION]
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!”