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The Grouch - Congestion lyrics
f/ Eligh [Eligh] It fills my lungs everytime it has a chance to invade my stance I sit stiff like a candlestick in the thick of the bush, as I push with machetes cutting off vines between my feet - I ponder beats People only get in the way of my creativity flow so I get high turn on machines and watch, the lights glow My mind grows in awkward dynamics; use rainbows for hammocks when the traffic gets too frantic for passing [Grouch] Passageway congested - gridlock's at a standstill cause everything I wanna do, so do you and that man Thrill of victory, itchin me, to do my best for always Get discouraged too much company don't make it pass my hallway til the evening, and that's all day, leavin out my mealtimes No escape I make tapes and pretend they help me feel fine ... ahhhhh, finally alone (kickin it) kickin it Pass me that beadie Eligh (yeah dude) Cheers! *glasses clink* Yeah yeah I ain't been at home alone like this in a long time (Dude I'm tellin you) *knocking at the door* (Dude turn that, is that..) Let me go turn down the radio *knocking continues) Yo hold on hold on hold on *unknown voice: "Hey, DAMNIT! Open up!"* [Eligh] I need some Actrin, to clear my sinus I'm congested and all backed up like Frisco I'm Linus without a blanket, real agitated and dismal My problems seem minimal to an imbecile who can't read the cue cards -- it's too hard, in fact to explain you can't get too far acting like that Chorus: Eligh (repeat 2X) It's no wonder I'm sick on every occasion Congestion takes over my shit, traps me in odd situations Fucking up relations with my friends Killing patients in the end I can't pretend it's not a problem [The Grouch] Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gonna sleep About twenty feet away from, someone makin a beat Leave the bitches in the front room, phone off the hook Haven't been alone in eight months and I'm knowin the chance I took when I strode, to the bathroom to try and cleanse my body Water freezing cold and, someone smelling naughty, unGodly Circumstances, glances on my back as I engage in a fit of rage I swear about the crack [Eligh] So who's really being threatened when I complain about my space In a pace of three days you were in my face in five ways If I told you to hit the highway, you'd be offended and hurt Claining I treat you like dirt, naming off all the first things I said; with an expanded memory I'm blamed in the end Can't you see I'ma hermit shell - manifested a turtle Rather be off by myself than with you strangers (strange enough) so back off [The Grouch] Everybody wants to get what's there for the taking You can't move slow or you making a mistake an' I can speak experience I've seen it firsthand I despise the rat race but I place cause I can I man the ship, you mop it, but always leave it slippery then hang around and bullshit usin space actin chippery Fools be in the mix cuttin rhythm with the fader That's a major space invader more annoying than a pager Chorus [Eligh] So back off me So back off me Give me some space Back off me |
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