Lyrics:
To check out the lounges
Pull a few handles,
Drink a few beers,
(oh, ethell!)
Ethell, my darling,
You know that I love you!
I'm glad we could have
There'll be a time for love and grieving
We're here forging waging war
Here to take it all
There across the field they all take their leave
Ignoring
There'll be a time for love and grieving
We're here forging waging war
Here to take it all
There across the field they all take their leave
Ignoring
trying to fuck
(My shit hit like Old School R&B!)
We can play Minnie Riperton
We can turn on George Benson nem
Might rub you down to The Whispers
Might
Intro (George Clinton)
Everybody's all together now.
We're a winner.
Everybody's all together now.
We're a winner.
Verse (George Clinton)
This is
Hell yeah! yay-yay yay-yay yeah!
Hell yeah, uhh ay-yay, allright!
Yay-yeah, whoa, whoa, yeah
Yay-yeah
You know I love you baba,
and chili baby I love it
I love it when the food matches the weather
I love it
It's Treasure
And the pleasures that we take for granted on an off day
to concede
I'm inspired by the paradise that we about to achieve
I'm like
Click clack
Get back
Yo' shits whack
This is real rap, I'm too fresh no tic tac
handle that)
Used to love Soulja so much
It broke my heart so much
Found out he was a rat (You was a rat)
We die to never tell the 6 laws
Bro we live by
without the bodyguards and henchmen
Paranoid and always flinchin, even your crew talkin dissentient
They see the 'masquerade' like George Benson
Lone
now
But first I need an entrance, and a hasty exit
Build love up like it was endless
I sense the tension, ya
Gimme the night, mo George benson
I'm
McCann to Donald Byrd
Joe Farrell up this rock, George Benson and Hancock,
Make White Rabbits, Grover Washington Mister Magic,
Some Control with Ms Janet,
everybody ready? George?
Ready.
Bill your ready?
I'm ready.
Jimmy? Jimmy? Jimmy?
Okay!
We three kings of biiiiiiiiip are bearing gifts we've traveled
the studio
To be co-produced by George Martin and Jeff Lynne
And Ringo disappointed to find that no one
Needs him anymore except for the vibe
Because he's been
Where we gon' start by
Saucin', saucin', saucin' it up
To a little bit of, a little bit of
Saucin', saucin', saucin' it up
To a little bit of George
country songs
We fell in love somewhere in between
George Strait and George Jones
I hope they never stop playin
Those songs that keep makin
Two hearts beat
YOU cRE HOME TO ME
Lyrics by Bill Prady & Jessica Queller
cdditional Lyrics by robby benson & karla devito
Music by robby benson
YOU cRE HOME
were crazy, crazy in love like you've never know,
She said baby don't you ever let me go
We were fast car, top down,
George Straight singin' bare
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
holiday.
We catch up with our three cowboys one cold
December night huddled around the camp fire.
How ‘bout we sing some holiday songs?
Yeah, hey George
France, a century, seventeen
Salute Toussaint and Dessalines
And I do love France, know what I mean?
It's the system I'm talkin', nobody's agreein'
They
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
the place I grab the mike and your attention
Me not getting that is like the night to George Benson
Freestyle phenomenon drop bombs like Lebanon
Watch
do it now
We gotta walk into the sun! Ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..
[Pharoahe Monch]
Love
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