Lyrics:

I was sitting outside wondering where she was, headphones in my ear rocking a good buzz. The more I thought, the tougher things became, the song picked up pace and my mind began to race. So stoned I could barely move, but I was on that thick groove. The beat stuck out like a sore thumb, the bass went dum dum dummm thoughts of her swam through my head, but I knew the past was dead. The music got louder, I swayed to and fro, I picked myself up from when I was low. She’s gone and I have nothing left to prove, I am on that thick groove. I no longer saw her face everywhere I went, she took my love and money, boxed up and sent. When I left the procession I thought I would need a therapy session. Robbed and scared, all you can do, you’ve gotta get that thick groove. 

Thick Groove

Door To Hell

Different Lifestyle

Officer Sloan

Chirp Chirp

Flowers

Fun to Fly

Hey Hey Spider

Is There Anybody Out There?

Solitude

The Checkered Walls