The Grouch - Congestion lyrics

[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