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• Artiste: Grouch & Eligh (The)
• Titre: So Complicated
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I refused to get a job, so I got the boot With a brown back pack on the town, everything that i owned In a box or two in the back of my cousins Honda Hit the 5 to get up to the bay 17 with no clutch No brakes no damn ideas on what it would take to make music to live Not much debate, that's what it would be, no plan b No can see no other path, no other math added up Anyone disagree, missing me subtract that energy Easily I approach, microphones like I needed one in hand to look natural Scared little man didn't know what to do When he got on the stage, he was hiding from you How could that be? One asked One outcast couldn't look his best friends in the eye Wanna die when nervousness enters the brain like parasites Paralyzed by bright lights, loud eyes, and licence to kill self with night vices The nice guys finish first sometimes When a man puts in work on his timeline When a man rides the surf in his mind Through catching waves of consciousness divine through rhyme Over melody's Piano takes me back to a simple me So complicated, so complicated, so complicated.. Now 87 is one of my tempos You could throw me a curve though I ain't no simp bro Been riding the beat since my talent was local Bay bred buddy 'til I switched it to SoCal Big Grizzly from the peak to the paws Used to do that to the tape and wouldn't get no applause Now every once in a while Folks from my past put it together and they shit in they draws Not literally though, figuratively No Mr. forgive me no more, never know door mat Wipe your feet on your own back Ain't into the burnin' bridges, I could never condone that Till I collapse, I'm still ill and dealin' dap's Feeling myself, self, you feeling that? But of course, I love your voice, your word choice is choice Sprecken Z Deutsch? No, but got a German get up and go So tell me when ta hip ya You already know This deep in the scripted sleek Well dipped, rhythmic, poetic deliverance of speech With a universal reach We keep it versatile, to each it's personal Held close to the blood pump till nurses come Which song you going to play when the hearses bump? So complicated, so complicated, so complicated..