[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 pa**ing
[Grouch]
Pa**ageway 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 pa** 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
Pa** me that beadie Eligh (yeah dude)
Cheers! *gla**es 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 sh**, traps me in odd situations
f**ing up relations with my friends
k**ing 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 b**hes 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'mma 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 bullsh** 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