Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Groupie Therapy, artist - The Pharcyde. Album song Labcabincalifornia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Bicycle Music Company
Song language: English
Groupie Therapy |
I was standing, one of the cast of many |
I would give anything to swing hand in hand |
With her but it was just a blur |
I couldn’t blame her, why give up fortune and the fame |
For a nigga who can barely afford his name |
So the dame kept aim at the stars |
I’m often thinking about her |
When I’m waitin on calls across the border |
Made sure my rhymes in order cause |
That moment could be near and it was |
Now my attorney is tellin' me to sign here |
So I appear and perform international |
The time came she stepped to me I thought rational |
But she knew I wanted it |
She walked around and flaunted it like a peacock |
I knocked the Reebok Now she jock |
Blowin up the Pactel and the doorbell |
Had to check myself as well love boat won’t sail |
Cause I’m no captain let them know from the start |
I let you break me off but I won’t let you |
Break my heart |
So I’m surrounded by bitches |
Now this is the most incredible shit in Slim Kid history |
So watch if you will the moment some good |
Shit pops and they be foggin up ya grill |
Overly thrilled to get you in ya ass like massingil |
Still burnin shit now and I’m still learnin how not to fuck |
With ya baby or make ya my old lady |
You just overcasting ya ass is shady tryin to block |
The sunlight with all of that hype and now I’m discontinue’n |
All of this pipe that I’ve been layin as long as you keep |
Swayin to anotha crew’s tempo I gotta let you go and that’s |
Simple so get it through ya two temples because I’m |
Tryin' to live fatter than a blimp ho |
And you’re exempt and I won’t symp on a write off |
So step out my world and turn the light off |
She was my high school sweetheart down from start |
When all I had was high hopes my health and my art |
But when I got fame she became unsure |
If I could still feel the same when I came off tour |
I said «for sure» cuz what God gave us, girl, I’m grateful |
No need to be insecure baby your nigga’s faithful |
So now I’m off doin' dates in a gang of states |
And as my status elevates I see the baddest eights |
At the backstage gate lookin' great straight |
Waitin for a nigga so now I figure |
«Hey I only live once I’m goin' all out today» |
Made a call out to L.A. to say what had to say… |
Now I get back the very next week only to learn |
The tables turned like a technique twelve hundred |
Last thing in the world that I wanted was my girl goin' out every |
Night gettin blunted |
And zooted with a clique of well known |
Reputed groupie hoes from all the hip hop shows |
Backstage with her little backpack tryin to get chose |
By anotha nigga with talent wealth and fame |
Oh I suppose I guess I got myself to blame |
For turning her out into a hip hop freak |
Now I seek counseling |
From a therapist twice a week |
So let me speak about the freak So let me speak about the |
Freak |
Instantly she made another selection |
Because he was in the lime plus had |
The money connection «correction» |
«way more paid» is why she laid and played |
A charade in the game of deception |
This Miss-mysterious mistress is just an actress |
Of the mattress cuz she’s a wanna be mack-tress |
Well built-but equipped with the tackiest of tactics |
And I hate it why this is dedicated to all of them |
Type of women who still be swimming Lost and confused |
In the lake of illusion with no values is why they’re |
Constantly losin' |