Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave Here, artist - Grandmaster Flash. Date of issue: 02.04.1988
Song language: English
Leave Here |
| Put your clothes on, and get your feet off my couch |
| I think it’s time that you left my house |
| I tried to let you know that you have a friend |
| But now you’re actin' like you wanna move in |
| You have problems, nowhere to go |
| But now you’re stayin' like you’re runnin' the show |
| And when I come in my house all I see |
| Is your back in my fridge (Got the back in your fridge!) |
| I don’t like that eatin' up the food that I brought my girl |
| You just messin' up both our worlds |
| She can’t even walk around, but you’re always lookin' |
| You was horny, you stop |
| that you just can’t have, and I’m mad |
| So get the back and take out the trash |
| And on your way out |
| Ay yo, I think you better stay out |
| So you, get out of here (Leave here) |
| Get out of here |
| 'Cause this is my house |
| Get out of here (Leave here) |
| Get out of here, right now |
| You used to be my homeboy, I’ll never forget you |
| But when you leave let the door knob hit you |
| In your back side, 'cause what’s fair is fair |
| But please take those dirty underwear |
| Out the bathroom, I wonder what you been drinkin' |
| , the smell got your whole house stinkin' |
| I shoulda never let you get in here |
| Like Richard Pryor says, it smells like shit in here, word |
| Your underarms had a bad day and |
| Look like your Right Guard, all went the wrong way |
| Don’t, don’t need no deodorant |
| So drop the soap, |
| You talk all the time, say rhymes |
| The sneakers piled up, lookin' like a pyramid |
| Your girl stinks, she’s just straight up jinx |
| She got missing teeth, like Leon Spinks |
| She might as well, go kiss Joe Frazier |
| She looks like a pitbull, but her in a cage |
| So you, get out of here (Leave here) |
| Get out of here |
| 'Cause this is my house |
| So get out of here (Leave here) |
| Get out of here |
| You, you’re in violation |
| Actin' like you’re on vacation |
| In the White House, but his my house |
| And you’re |
| Watch out, homeboy, I said you got no |
| A buster in my kitchen, drinkin' my |
| Wearing my clothes, for you they’re too small |
| Always on the phone, you never paid for a call |
| And those lies, that you can’t see |
| Homeboy, when you’re gonna leave |
| All mistakes been made in a field that I made it |
| You can not, but I can’t fake it |
| Opportunity’s knockin', you know I gotta state again |
| Get out of my house 'cause I just can’t take it |
| And you, get out of here (Leave here) |
| Get out of here |
| This is my house |
| Get out of here (Leave here) |
| Get out of here, right now |
| You got bad feet, you don’t get no sex |
| Corns and bunions (Don't blame) |
| Fungus, bacteria, your exterior |
| Your odour is superior, even my interior |
| Decorator told me that you had to move out |
| You don’t blend with the cushions, you clash with the couch |
| Your girl came by, with extensions in her hair |
| Huh, and when she left, fake hair was everywhere |
| My bathroom, my kitchen, even my stash |
| I sat down, got up, and my butt had a mustache |
| The day you moved in, you didn’t give me a |
| To top it all off, you broke my favorite lamp |
| You screwed up the stereo and blew the amp |
| The next thing you know, you was settin' up camp |
| You said you wasn’t stay here long, you’re just a liar |
| I came in the living room, you made a camp fire |
| Roastin' marshmallows, beans, and franks |
| You ate, you burped, and you didn’t say «thanks» |
| So you, get out of here (Leave here) |
| Get out of here |
| 'Cause this is my house |
| Get out of here (Leave here) |
| Get out of here, right now |