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The Grouch - Neglected lyrics
f/ Eligh (female voice - talking) Hey Grouch, I heard your new album It's so great, I really like it alot Hey, um.. can I get a tape or something? Hey, what are you guys doing at the Outhouse? Can I come over? Hey lets kick it (Grouch) Momma whats wrong with me, I've got a lovely family and friends And thats enough to make ends meet fuck dividends But I be livin' in a lonely ass world Searchin' for the perfect woman, not a little girl See, they be dressin' all trashy actin' sassy Spreadin' em for flashy fast talkers with the cash, me I can't compete with that I use a beat and raps, to fill the gap within my soul But thats gettin' old And I be gettin' told told to spit game man But to me that shits lame, I use my mind not a pick-up line It's sick how quick they find comfort in a one night sin I might end up celibate for the hell of it And tell a grip of stories, 'bout how I want a wife How they be lookin' nice, but dont be actin' right And if you slackin' they might lead you to debt Take your last givin(?) penny, the thought makes me stress Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect I'll be alone, feending cause I felt neglect How can something so good be so evil? Something so right be so wrong? I want to put trust into people But I cant so I speak with my song How can something so good be so evil? Something so right be so wrong? I want to put trust into people But I cant so I speak with my songs (Eligh) I grab the notion by the throat That maybe some day I'll be acompanied By somebody who trusts in me, deeply Seeping through walls and blockades With stockades of armour, and self prepelled hand grenandes I can tell the age by the rings under her eyes So when the mental drift develops it comes with no surprise Unlike most guys I analise, discuss Organise and thrust forth with new skin Like a reptilian, not a warm blooded civilian I've decided even though i fiend it Theres too much shit to catch to do it And not mean it Teamin' up on the left and the right My brain in a vice Constant rain over my shoulder And the lightning strikes more than twice I've hiked through the hot spots And stood like a statue on city streets Too busy to notice me My potency And the potential poetry seem to be documented I wont be bothered by bitches I keep my (?) extended Feet to cement, I walk away because you pretended If your walking down the street and you see me all alone Dont talk to me, Im in my own place not to be trashed By any fake dash of a woman of a woman thats atractive Like you.. Actin' like your walkin' awaay Walk Away.. Walkin Away.. (x3 fading..) Get to steppin |
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