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"Hey Grouch, I heard your new album It's so great, I really like it a lot Hey, um, can I get a tape or something? Hey, what are you guys doing at the Outhouse? Can I come over? Hey, let's kick it" (Grouch) Momma, what's wrong with me, I've got a lovely family and friends And that's enough to make ends meet, fuck dividends But I be living in a lonely ass world Searching for the perfect woman, not a little girl See, they be dressing all trashy, acting sassy Letras de cancionesSpreading them 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 that's getting old And I be getting told, told to spit game, man But to me that shit's lame, I use my mind, not a pick-up line It's sick how quick they find comfort in a one night stand I might end up celibate for the hell of it And tell a grip of stories, about how I want a wife How they be looking nice, but don't be acting right And if you slacking they might lead you to debt Take your last giving penny, the thought makes me stress Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect I'll be alone, fiending because 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 can't 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 can't so I speak with my songs (Eligh) I grab the notion by the throat That maybe some day I'll be accompanied By somebody who trusts in me, deeply Seeping through walls and blockades With stockades of armor, and self-propelled 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 analyze, discuss Organise and thrust forth with new skin Like a reptilian, not a warm-blooded civilian I've decided even though I fiend it There's too much shit to catch to do it and not mean it Teaming 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 won't be bothered by bitches, I keep my arms extended Feet to cement, I walk away because you pretended If you're walking down the street and you see me all alone Don't talk to me, I'm in my own place not to be trashed By any fake dash of a woman, of a woman thats attractive Like you, acting like you're walkin' away Walk away Walking away Walk away Walking away Walk away Walking away Get to stepping From Letras Mania