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• Artiste: Grouch & Eligh (The)
• Titre: Stuff Is Tuff
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There's a space, it was clear in the place but All the grace disappeared, filled up, with all this stuff It's too real not to hate how it feels, yes Can't deal with the heal that it makes It's getting too tough Give me no tangible, give me no hostile Give me respect as a human I ask you Give me your love, give me your laughter Won't need no more matter, no manufacture (Show me your life (x4)) Everything takes energy and time Stacking up possessions, in essence what you find Let's focus on the mind, dividing I'll be on a mission of not buying True I get too attached To the clothes and the cars Saving shit like a packrat Might go in a jar And live in a corner I don't use it, hell nah I really just want to be free from it all But I'm me damn it, and I'm learning the laws Not being ungrateful, could be worse off Maintaining a plateful, minus a stock I'm not gonna be wasteful, just tasteful, watch What I need a mansion for, to get lost? What I need expansion for, to be the boss? No loss, not interested Uh, I'd rather keep it way more simplistic There's a space, it was clear in the place but All the grace disappeared, filled up, with all this stuff It's too real not to hate how it feels, yes Can't deal with the heal that it makes It's getting too tough Give me no tangible, give me no hostile Give me respect as a human I ask you Give me your love, give me your laughter Won't need no more matter, no manufacture (Show me your life (x4)) We got a lot of things Rugs, balls, dolls, couches, hats, and rings Rather miscellaneous Now my baby want a metal detector, and my cranium Houses are dry, archives in the 70s Maybe I could stack it sky-high, full of memories Organized, lives are for into me Mama is a borderline hoarder, our energy Me cleansing, there's no pretending Water for the gutter, if I stutter then it's inching up I get to venting, singing such a song What's the ending, not bringing much along 'Cause when you die you want your spirit to fly And when you here then you fear it's a lie But if you try You could disappear without hiding Go on and cut the cords and keep rising There's a space, it was clear in the place but All the grace disappeared, filled up, with all this stuff It's too real not to hate how it feels, yes Can't deal with the heal that it makes It's getting too tough Give me no tangible, give me no hostile Give me respect as a human I ask you Give me your love, give me your laughter Won't need no more matter, no manufacture (Show me your life (x4))