(feat. 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 x2: Eligh] 



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