I’m found on clothes but also in play, You chase your friends in a fun display. A little label or a game to brag

Boots n Cats, back to back. . . to back to back, just boots n cats. The rhythm smacks and that’s a fact. A bass attack that never lacks with speaker stacks or headphone jacks. An active track ,this genre packs, the booming crack that won’t redact.

One, two, red, and blue If you know Dr. Seuss You’ll know this clue

Danglin in the pocket I hold each entry with glee without thee you surely wish to be me

I live in your mind yet have no shape, I speak without a voice, and in silence I escape. You feed me with time, and I grow as you recall, but starve me of thought, and I fade into nothing at all. What am I?