Lyrics:
looking dim
But these things your heart can rise above
Once in a while he won't call
But it's all in the game
Soon he'll be there by your side
With
It is better to light just one little candle,
Than to stumble in the dark!
Better far that you light just one little candle,
All you need's a tiny
gone do shit
They don't want no problems, what are y'all stupid
It's all in the music [6X]
[Malik B]
It's kinda ill how we grip these bitches in
That's the name of the game
It's the name of the game in love and emotion
The beat is the same, you are what you are
That's the name of the game
I
turned to jelly
Accidentally nailed my index finger to the wall
Cut off half my toes and soaked my foot in alcohol
Well I've had my pelvis ruptured by
knew
All the things you'd say
They were never true, never true
And the games you'd play
You would always win, always win
But I set fire
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley
I won't say that I'm the only one who loves her
And I won't say I make her happy all the time
There's
Think about it before you walk in the door first
Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns
Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
Can
the awful shape I'm in I can only blame myself
It's no wonder that her love for me wasn't strong enough to last.
Poor it on for all it's worth through all
a chill pill, ease off the throttle
Never go to loud clubs 'cause it's bad for your ears
Your friends will all be sorry when they can't hear
And stay
playing games of chance
with your folded arms in history books you glance
into the eyes of madam george
and you think you've found your bag,
you're getting
I grew up in North Alabama, back in the 1970's,
When dinosaurs still roamed the earth Speaking
Of course of the Three Great Alabama Icons
George
Don't say "Rine," say "Rain"
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
By George, she's got it!
By George, she's got it!
Now, once again where
The doo doo chasers
Friends of roto-rooter
Bringing you music to get your shit together by
The man in the tidy bowl of your brain
(What was that long
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
an impeccable back
In the whole of St james's
The smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of Cats
And we're all of us proud to
Be nodded or bowed to
By
looking dim
But these things your heart can rise above
And once in a while he won't call
But it's all in the game
Soon he'll be there by your side
in the dunes by the seaside
Whistling tunes, we're kissing baboons in the jungle
It's a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games
don't want no problems, what are y'all stupid
It's in the music, turn it up let it knock
Let it bang on the block till the neighbors call the cops
want to crib me, way out in the country
I'm city like street lights and some games that be fights
Never worked on my left so it's hard to be right
ooh
Ooh
This is the night, light up the fire in the forge
We're not the coins in the coffer of old king George
One if by land two if they come by sea
When our country was a baby and the Redcoats had their way
Is was he who had a party tossin' tea in Boston Bay
It was he who braved the winter in
feel like a game.
Or take a long vacation to san tropez,
And think of all the money I made.
By making groovy movies,
By making groovy movies,
By
let's overdub a little a little finger p-
No, no, no Clem no!
By greckins you put a little, little bit, a little finger poppin' on thar
it's gonna be
Discuss these its all in the game by george benson Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In