Stuff is Tuff - 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))

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

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))

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

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))