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Conny Quick & The Teddybears - Congestion lyrics
[Eligh]
 It fills my lungs everytime it has a chance
 to invade my stance I sit stiff like a candlestick
 in the thick of the bush, as I push with machetes
 cutting off vines between my feet - I ponder beats
 People only get in the way of my creativity flow
 so I get high turn on machines and watch, the lights glow
 My mind grows in awkward dynamics;
 use rainbows for hammocks when the traffic gets too frantic
 for passing
 [Grouch]
 Passageway congested - gridlock's at a standstill
 cause everything I wanna do, so do you and that man
 Thrill of victory, itchin me, to do my best for always
 Get discouraged too much company don't make it pass my hallway
 til the evening, and that's all day, leavin out my mealtimes
 No escape I make tapes and pretend they help me feel fine
 ... ahhhhh, finally alone (kickin it) kickin it
 Pass me that beadie Eligh (yeah dude)
 Cheers! *glasses clink* Yeah yeah
 I ain't been at home alone like this in a long time
 (Dude I'm tellin you) *knocking at the door*
 (Dude turn that, is that..) Let me go turn down the radio
 *knocking continues) Yo hold on hold on hold on
 *unknown voice: "Hey, DAMNIT! Open up!"*
 [Eligh]
 I need some Actrin, to clear my sinus
 I'm congested and all backed up like Frisco
 I'm Linus without a blanket, real agitated and dismal
 My problems seem minimal to an imbecile who can't read
 the cue cards -- it's too hard, in fact
 to explain you can't get too far acting like that
Chorus: Eligh (repeat 2X)
 It's no wonder I'm sick on every occasion
 Congestion takes over my shit, traps me in odd situations
 Fucking up relations with my friendsConny Quick & The Teddybears - Congestion - http://motolyrics.com/conny-quick-and-the-teddybears/congestion-lyrics.html
 Killing patients in the end I can't pretend it's not a problem
 [The Grouch]
 Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gonna sleep
 About twenty feet away from, someone makin a beat
 Leave the bitches in the front room, phone off the hook
 Haven't been alone in eight months and I'm knowin the chance I took
 when I strode, to the bathroom to try and cleanse my body
 Water freezing cold and, someone smelling naughty, unGodly
 Circumstances, glances on my back
 as I engage in a fit of rage I swear about the crack
 [Eligh]
 So who's really being threatened when I complain about my space
 In a pace of three days you were in my face in five ways
 If I told you to hit the highway, you'd be offended and hurt
 Claining I treat you like dirt, naming off all the first things
 I said; with an expanded memory I'm blamed in the end
 Can't you see I'ma hermit shell - manifested a turtle
 Rather be off by myself than with you strangers
 (strange enough) so back off
 [The Grouch]
 Everybody wants to get what's there for the taking
 You can't move slow or you making a mistake an'
 I can speak experience I've seen it firsthand
 I despise the rat race but I place cause I can
 I man the ship, you mop it, but always leave it slippery
 then hang around and bullshit usin space actin chippery
 Fools be in the mix cuttin rhythm with the fader
 That's a major space invader more annoying than a pager
Chorus
 [Eligh]
 So back off me
 So back off me
 Give me some space
 Back off me











