Lyrics To Die For - The Grouch, Luckyiam

To Die For

I guess she doesn’t know she’s worth it
She’s got the body of a goddess but a mind much less than perfect
Surface, conversation’s great but wait 'til after the show
I seen her break and take the bait to the front row
While the blunt slow burning in the back
She approaches a big name, and says he has a knack, for rap, and how his shit
was fat
She really liked his style, until he starts to smile
While, the others look on, and some get hooked on being a star
We see from afar how it goes
Now suppose the situation’s yours
Could you resist if they came by the 4's or more?
Whores?
In plain clothes, they got the same goals, stained souls
Some are unnamed hoes
Gettin' stuck
Sittin' ducks in the water
Now how would you feel if one of them was your daughter?
You brought her up your best, but nonetheless
You can’t control the destt… iny of a groupie
You were swallowed by the sea of the lonely-low lifestyle
Rather foul how you livin' (livin')
And often times I see it boy
It makes me think twice how I value my vision (vision)
Swallowed by the sea of the lonely-low lifestyle
It’s rather foul how you livin' (livin')
And often times I see it boy
It makes me think twice how I value my vision (vision)
I’m from a group that be doin' some thangs
But animosity keeps surrounding the name
Mystic, unsigned and hella broke
Cell phone promoted and devoted we keep laughing at jokes
Around the road to enlightenment
It’s a trip when you pay hella dues and fools fill your shoes up
I guess it’s more like a compliment, if they realize all the blood, sweat,
and tears, and the lives of
Men, who put they life on the line
Beyond the fresh battle rhyme you were jocking metaphors, time’s
Up, and give it up like my single, or get your ass up for the track party people
It’s a balance of a lyric and some music all in one
Creatively way above the minds of the dumb (come)
Back, to the truth we’ll be waiting, frontin' on advancements
Eternally debating
You hip-hop heads don’t see, me
For really who I am, so how could you be my man?
You always askin' me for beats and shit
When really I’d like to help but I haven’t even peeped your shit
I come as equipped as I can and that’s my plan
I give a fuck less about Polo and Timbaland
Or how many hands I give pounds to
I don’t surround you with lyrics in your ear, motherfucker don’t you hear
English?
Sing this song back, it’s not a long track, use the palm clap, to keep it on
time
I’m on the climb, I’m up front
Not sublime
I watch you bitches like mimes 'cause you don’t need lines to read your minds
I only roll with originators, down to earth players
Chillin' like refrigerators
You haters, I didn’t buy my shit for you
So if you don’t like it keep quiet 'cause I do
Only a few fools is folks, you other jokes spoke too quickly
Mother told me, not to hang around with sickly looking individuals
With no visual perception
I suggest you step and, go your own direction