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Lyrics for Groupie Therapy by Pharcyde:
| | | Artist: | Pharcyde |
| | Album: | Labcabincalifornia | | Track: | Groupie Therapy | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 138 | | | | Lyrics: | Bootie Brown)
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 not captain let them know from the start
I let you break me off but I won't let you
break my heart
(Slim Kid3)
So I'm surrounded by bitchery 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
(Fat Lip)
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 hos 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 turnin
her out into a hip hop freak Now I seek counseling
from a
therapist twice a week
(Imani)
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 | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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