Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It Means Too Much , by - The Grouch. Song from the album They Don't Have This, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.04.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It Means Too Much |
| So rough, so tough, out here, baby |
| (Freedom, what makes a man wanna control another man) |
| So rough, so tough, out here, baby |
| (Hatred, tell someone else how to live his life) |
| So rough, so tough, out here, baby |
| (Insecurity, are we all free) |
| So rough, so tough, out here, baby |
| Categorize your own thoughts- I’m gonna freestyle my life |
| Step where I like and make a print |
| I’m an inch away from bliss try to catch me but they miss |
| I’m like otherwise, on some other shit |
| You can’t pinpoint or define this |
| Just highlight and underline this |
| I masterminded it |
| Don’t expect me to say it for you |
| Show you through the door you can walk now |
| BFAP show me how, I have mighty strong legs |
| Extend them long ways, farther than the song plays |
| Deeper than a hard drive, brain is not a mega hertz |
| It mega-works, irks the unstable |
| Try to top my table but you didn’t have the centerpiece |
| I dine on China, fine bone collection |
| Invite my folks to the supper serve perfection |
| Now we’re all full |
| Awfully lawful to our own codes of honor |
| You sold out for a dollar |
| Somebody else named you a scholar |
| I had to holler during his moment of silence forgive me there’s no science |
| Defiance? |
| Defy what? |
| Am I a free man? |
| Shouldn’t even question myself- let Grouch be man |
| You can’t take from me what you can’t touch |
| You can’t break from me it means too much |
| Some people don’t realize or just don’t give a fuck |
| This freedom’s way too rough, it’s way too tough |
| Can’t take from me what you can’t touch |
| You can’t break from me it means too much |
| Some people don’t realize or just don’t give a fuck |
| This freedom’s way too rough, it’s way too tough |
| Freedom is a road seldom traveled by the multitudes |
| It comes from attitude |
| Bout ninety percent and the next ten percent wanna say it lies in talent |
| I mean- the ability to really do what you want |
| Everyone wants to come off fresh, don’t front, but will you? |
| I’m talking about that dream in your head- that thing in you |
| In your heart that you said you were gonna do when you were like tennn |
| That’s right, stop, think, and remember that shit again |
| Don’t lie cause it’s gonna show up, when you try |
| Freedom is a road with no toll, with no bull, no push and pull |
| Just a mastery of the let go |
| So are you experienced or have you ever been experienced? |
| For a lot of y’all- that’s no |
| But show for yourself, and prove for your move but soon switch |
| Quit labelin this freedom I got like you thought it was some music |
| Biatch. |
| Open, let it all soak in |
| What’s tight, and what’s not so |
| What’s right, and what’s happenin |
| Got loaded get grounded |
| Soon was astounded by the big picture |
| The all, totality, full range between opposites- duality |
| Man I’m juiced off that shit and how it applies to me |
| For the fact that I’m always intact |
| Can’t separate mind states and the way they interact |
| So with that, shackles disintegrate off the brain |
| Floodgates open, tasting the joy and pain |
| Some stay scopin, tryin to live through my escapades |
| Tryin to categorize, analyze, and put grades on that which simply is |
| And ain’t trippin |
| Adaptin, flowin, constants will keep flippin |
| Follow the feelin, dealin with the hearin now |
| Ready to experience what life will allow |
| While ignoring the bickering from dudes who document |
| What I do contradictory, causing an air of agitation |
| Instead of seein what I’m beein in a situation |
| Look, look. |
| So rough, so tough, out here, baby |
| So rough, so tough, out here, baby |
| So rough, so tough, out here, baby |
| So rough, so tough, out here, baby |