Lyrics Why - Grits
Show
me
why
Why,
why
Why,
why
Why
don't
you
say
some?
Why,
why
Why,
why
Why
don't
you
say
something?
Why,
why
don't
you
say
something?
The
things
I
find
strange,
Alanis
finds
a
bit
ironic
Sip
the
tonic
Perfect
description
of
me:
atomic
Islamic
belief
always
clashed
with
mine,
therefore
we
have
beefs
Sun
sets
in
the
west
and
rises
in
the
east
like
yeast
At
least
I'll
say,
for
the
most
part,
"That's
cool
and
all"
No
time
for
argument
but
prayer,
while
Beelzee's
fooling
y'all
fiasco
Singed,
burning,
yearning
like
Tabasco,
so
there
Shooting
out
releases;
"Mental"
was
my
last
throw
Haskells
like
Eddie,
not
Vedder
I'm
better
while
my
deejay
hits
the
fader
(fader,
fader,
fader)
Now
don't
get
indignant,
catch
yourself
before
you
act
ignorant
That's
a
sure
sign
of
dead
minds,
benign
and
malignant
From
here
to
Dallas,
extended
with
vocal
stewing
My
walk
never
switches
from
Patrick
Duffy
to
Bobby
Ewing
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling
Show
me
why,
(show
me
why)
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling,
ooh
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
I
see
you
looking
to
the
left,
and
slowly
moving
to
the
right
As
you're
bobbing
"who
is
this?"
is
the
question
that
your
mind
is
Culture
shock,
the
way
we
rock
Hip-hop
and
still
drop
rock
Belief
beneath
the
beat,
and
it
don't
stop
We's
bees,
not
killer,
but
we
still
attack
on
the
forrilla
Just
'cause
we
left
in
Tennessee
don't
mean
we
ain't
got
Qs
and
Ps
to
stay
on
It's
been
too
long
off
in
this
game
Though
we
know
we
just
as
dope,
still
the
treatment
ain't
the
same
from
my
peers
I'm
guessing
it's
fear
of
innovation
But
don't
they
contradict
the
golden
rule
as
a
nation?
But
what
I'm
facing
is
slowly
dying
from
frustration
of
real
heads
who
recognise
more
than
gangsters
'Cause
my
white-boy
deejay,
everything
he
paly,
either
from
the
old
school
or
guaranteed
to
crowd
move
It's
universal,
if
you
doubt
it
the
rewind,
for
recollections
of
what
I
said
back
four
lines
So
raise
your
hands
just
as
high
as
you
can
get
them
If
you
feel
it,
show
me
why
and
keep
them
to
the
sky
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling
Show
me
why,
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling,
ooh
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling
Show
me
why,
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
Quite
rough
and
hammered
Not
to
be
tampered
with,
court
jester
I
suggest
you
and
your
pals
stop
soliciting,
selling
stuff
This
is
an
album
has
surpassed
you
Like
school
on
Sunday:
no
class
Record
drill
susceptible
to
rejectable
croup
Selectable
few,
which
is
us,
worthy
of
trust
Gained
in,
sustained
it,
proclaimed
it
- the
factors
Been
standing
way
too
long
the
premises
of
an
arch-nemesis
that
I
been
battling
since
Genesis
Let's
finish
this
My
apparatus
and
status
is,
nonetheless,
to
be
the
fattest
To
express
with
content
of
explicit,
true
check
Bonafide
is
up
next
- go
test
his
verbal
vortex
My
mechanical
components
is
spiritual
links
complex
Consist
of
powers
way
beyond
the
natural
rim
The
heart
will
tell
the
deepest
secrets
of
the
hardest
of
men
You
know
it's
dope
and
that
you're
open,
so
you're
raising
your
hands
And
catching
feelings
while
appealing
to
your
innermost
man
So
throw
em
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling
Show
me
why,
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling,
ooh
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling
Why,
why,
why
don't
you
say
something?
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling,
ooh
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
See
now,
I
came
in
the
party
with
the
deejay
stance
I
left
with
the
crowd
open
and
a
whole
new
base
of
fans
Hands
to
the
ceiling,
how
you're
feeling's
what
you
showing
me
I
thank
the
Lord
again
when
people
notice
me
Holding
me
accountable
to
levels
higher
than
I
can
attain
I
stare
into
the
eye
of
the
storm
when
it
rains
Like
pains
in
birth,
it
hurts
deep
within
If
you
feel
me,
throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling
again
Why,
why,
why
don't
you
say
something?
Why,
why,
why
don't
you
say
something?
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling
Show
me
why,
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
Throw
your
hands
to
the
ceiling,
tell
me
what
you're
feeling
(Why
don't
you
say
something?)
Anything

1 This Is...
2 People Noticin' Me
3 Mirage
4 U.S. Open
5 What Be Goin Down
6 Blacks & Whites
7 Alcoholic Plagiarism
8 Comin Home
9 Ain't Sayin Nothin
10 Why
11 On My Own
12 Hopes and Dreams
13 Gospel Rap; Parables
14 Life After Mental
15 Labels
16 Ghetto Love
17 Blame It On You
18 Fragmentation
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