THE ODD COUPLE

THE ODD COUPLE - Por Que lyrics

rate me

Jay Love

Louis Logic

Odd Couple

(Porque?)

Call me Felix Hunger, starving artist at-large

Independent entrepreneur, the hardest to rob

Hardest to dodge, till I'm offered a job

So call off your guard

I'm tryna get this loot and buy cars for my squad

We far from the odd, we're a couple of nuts

Cuddlin' sluts, puffin a Dutch and clutchin' up cups

Filled with nothin' but suds so top off the shot glass

I got hash, it top class, I copped it just as a cop passed

I stopped fast, thought about it then I broke north

Slid up to the crib and took my coat off

Took a toke off the chalice in the Odd Couple palace

Thanks to Alice my hands don't have a single callous

I think my style is different from the rest

I'm a spit it for a test and put the critics to a rest

So get it when I'm vexed or else catch when it drops

Either way you'll be like, "No question, it's hot"

I'm the best on the block but understand I live on it

Spit on it, and pay respect to those who been on it

Gin tonic, tonic meet gin, this is my chronic friend

Now that you're introduced we can begin

I spin around like a record until I get dizzy

Black out, stumble up to the mirror and scream, "Who is he? "

I'm busy in the bathroom reminiscin' of last June

I keep talking with' you, but I think I'm gonna crash soon

Before my track is mastered, the sound'll shake the foundations

Crack the plaster, sandstone and alabaster

To knock the fragile rafters from an oak wood roof

'Til the smoke protrudes from the soundproof vocal booth

Truth in the form of a musical song

Is like beautiful porn stars in chewable thongs

Cause heads get off to this, then we send 'em away

With their jaws hanging down like dentist offices

(Porque?)

Sick, demented sorcerers weavin' a spell

Change water to brew, and tobacco to weed in a L

Change a faucet to a beer tap, and fill a Hefty cinch sack

With trees until it's stretched to thin straps

Who got a problem with a bottomless beer

That could make a pessimist smile and an optimist tear?

I'm probably severe as pourin' some scotch in a beer

'Til I'm wobbly and weird

Shit, I hope a hospital's near

'Fore I OD on Old E, and stop my career

Hallucinate, and see little green monsters appear

I run with irresponsible peers, underfunded

Without jobs, living with moms, sleepin' in bunk beds

Drug heads whose lives is unkempt

That never get up from bed before sunset

We're still catchin' dumb heads who try to front fresh

When you're just half of what you could be like a chick with' one breast

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