Stuff Is Tuff

[Hook: The Grouch]
There's a space, it was clear in the place but
All the grace disappeared, filled up, with all this stuff
It's too real not to hate how it feels, yes
Can't deal with the heal that it makes
It's getting too tough
Give me no tangible, give me no hostile
Give me respect as a human I ask you
Give me your love, give me your laughter
Won't need no more matter, no manufacture
(Show me your life (x4))

[Verse 1: The Grouch]
Everything takes energy and time
Stacking up possessions, in essence what you find
Let's focus on the mind, dividing
I'll be on a mission of not buying
True I get too attached
To the clothes and the cars
Saving shit like a packrat
Might go in a jar
And live in a corner
I don't use it, hell nah
I really just want to be free from it all
But I'm me damn it, and I'm learning the laws
Not being ungrateful, could be worse off
Maintaining a plateful, minus a stock
I'm not gonna be wasteful, just tasteful, watch
What I need a mansion for, to get lost?
What I need expansion for, to be the boss?
No loss, not interested
Uh, I'd rather keep it way more simplistic

[Hook: The Grouch]
There's a space, it was clear in the place but
All the grace disappeared, filled up, with all this stuff
It's too real not to hate how it feels, yes
Can't deal with the heal that it makes
It's getting too tough
Give me no tangible, give me no hostile
Give me respect as a human I ask you
Give me your love, give me your laughter
Won't need no more matter, no manufacture
(Show me your life (x4))

[Verse 2: The Grouch]
We got a lot of things
Rugs, balls, dolls, couches, hats, and rings
Rather miscellaneous
Now my baby want a metal detector, and my cranium
Houses are dry, archives in the 70s
Maybe I could stack it sky-high, full of memories
Organized, lives are for into me
Mama is a borderline hoarder, our energy
Me cleansing, there's no pretending
Water for the gutter, if I stutter then it's inching up
I get to venting, singing such a song
What's the ending, not bringing much along
'Cause when you die you want your spirit to fly
And when you here then you fear it's a lie
But if you try
You could disappear without hiding
Go on and cut the cords and keep rising

[Hook: The Grouch]
There's a space, it was clear in the place but
All the grace disappeared, filled up, with all this stuff
It's too real not to hate how it feels, yes
Can't deal with the heal that it makes
It's getting too tough
Give me no tangible, give me no hostile
Give me respect as a human I ask you
Give me your love, give me your laughter
Won't need no more matter, no manufacture
(Show me your life (x4))