Lyrics:
money (Yupp yupp)
I'll run in your house and turn you to a grouch
Cause I also take couch money (I also take couch money)
I've always been bout money
a triangle that means change you can studyEcho is the bounce of a sound that won't endFoxtrot is a dance or comic by Bill AmendGolf is like croquet but with
You was raised by a rat, that make you a mouse
Bagging up in the crib, I done trapped out the house
I told her I'm the biggest bird, he Oscar the Grouch
chosen, my kin
Who am I? Who am I?
The sum of these parts, a human work of art til I die
Who am I?
Magical thinking, procrastination
Grouch in
You sit and fade into the couch,
trying not to be the grouch
Sleep looking appetizing
You keep yourself awake at night
You try and keep the urge
like trash
I guess that I'm Oscar the Grouch
Took it as a lesson now I'm charging new amounts
Send it straight to my account or bad check you could
been figuring it out
Distraught by situations I don't take into account
Keeping emotions in check cause I'm afraid that they might bounce
Sometimes it's
always looking for a sponsor
Spew garbage foo you might as well be Oscar
The grouch monster, ain't nobody taught you honor
Prolly disrespect ya mama
you a grouch
And your whole life trash
They think they got they site secure, I bet I bypass
If the clerk don't know his job, he get a right jab
Fell
and trout
Ion like people getting close to me, go away, I'm Oscar The Grouch
Got my homie clothes, sitting in my closet, he can't wear them
When he got his
the pain
Feel annoyed or feel the rage
I feel avoided and misplaced
Thought the boy would be destroyed by what he's seen but that shits what started a man
And spur the dark crippling of swine by nymphos like Circe?
Fine, the Iliad's over, in the Odyssey, they profiting
Blood money, haram bucks like Ilyasova
all of yall are monsters (woo)
Fake clowns on your rosters (woo)
Acting hard but you garbage (woo)
Grouch niggas need some Oscars (Action!)
Better run
body and my mental insane
Let it rain
No clouds
I'm a grouch in the crowd by myself Mumbling out the mouth
Smoke another pack and it's back to the gas
deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
Slugs flyin out the hardware
too futuristic for you hoezz to catch it
I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin
Far from perfection but still considered a gem
Thank you
me shawty, but I been watchin' you now for a while
Yo whole style, from yo toes to the way that you smile
And I hope you ain't offended by the way
maybe it'll happen on a Monday, uh
Driving to work and get hit by a Hyundai, fuck it, let it all go one day
I know, I'ma get it like this, living that
Blast Off
Hold up wait wait wait
Blast off
Take off
Blow it up
Yeah baby
Deep south boom bap by DJ Green
Let's go crazy
Blast off
Take off
Blow it
hoes that's 'posed to be yo's
Seein' my haters in a dark alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate
niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams
[Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch]
"Know what I mean?"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Niggaz claim to be
[Sole]
Thank God I never made it to Earth, what a happy place
how I long to be depressed, to be a grouch, get away
Yo, Yo Here I stand in the desert
난 티 내면 안돼
어차피 날 이해 못 하기에
어차피 날 이해 못 하기에
김상민그는감히전설이라고할수있다
2만원짜리 mic 가지고 go to the top
young futuristic god 옆엔 Yes Junior 24
#freepalestine 너무 빨리 달려
(Grouch)
Every man's blood boils
When turmoil or life foils his plans
I've soiled my hands puttin' work in
Tryna keep from hurtin', cause fools
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