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Robin Healy - A Sunday Afternoon in the LSH lyrics

Artist: Robin Healy

album: Dinners, Voge & Lonny


Yo
The lanky stoners bringing it to you
Beats fresh as the food that I feed you
No need to stop and stare as we go there
Just nod along lose yourself in the lyrics of the song
We taking y'all by surprise
Blood shot eyes, crisp sweet potato fries straight from the oven
Ya'll need some lovin'
Come our way we'll take you from nothing to something
Part one, delivered by yours truly
Through me you'll read, the recipe
You'll feel incredibly, unforgettably stoned
From your head down your toes
I'll make you think twice about life
Three white boys on the mic and we kicking it tight
But what about you, what can you do
Surely more than we can, you stand a chance
In the slow race of creativity, embracing arts' longevity
No rules for fools who dare to be
Taken less seriously than the others and their mothers' mothers
Don't leave it up to us to have all the fun
Don't fall behind walking when you can run
It ain't no over, no we ain't done
My friends, there's plenty more to come
Sunday afternoon and the mood is lazy, stick on the TV and entertain me
(Praise Jesus yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Better yet stick on Dinners, Voge and Lonny
The best in the business of making no money
Sunday afternoon and the mood is lazy, stick on the TV and entertain me
(Jesus Christ bless your soul)
Better yet stick on Dinners, Voge and Lonny
The best in the business of making no money
Stop
Hold it back now on the riff
CL ninety six smoking up a fucking spliff
Here to stay, coming high up your way
Represent those sucking on them sugar tits
We got this, free on the mic, keep it tight all night
Hold it up right
My flow keep it, go, beetroot chips break the ice
And Mr. President, I'll take that vice
We've been here now for some three hundred years
Smoking some joints, drinking some beers
Ladies love us, that I can't deny
Taking it to super space up in this life
Robbin' me some dinners like every day
I'm talking sirloin stakes maybe some creme brulee
I'm talking six times, seven times, eight times a week
I ain't playing no games man, I'm always at my peak
I could go on this hook like Pac on the free
My rap game ain't dependent on some trivial beats
I don't need no ghost writers, all I got
Is some fresh new ways to make these beats drop
Regulate on like Nate and Warren G
The D - O double G is rolling up for me
Heat popping out like a she on the block
I've been in the game so long man, nothing can shock
Thug shit running in and out of my brain
The quest for perfection is a life time dream
The three of us here, playing no games
Talk shit with us, we'll fuck you with a cane man
Sunday afternoon and the mood is lazy, stick on the TV and entertain me
(Praise Jesus yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Better yet stick on Dinners, Voge and Lonny
The best in the business of making no money
Sunday afternoon and the mood is lazy, stick on the TV and entertain me
(Jesus Christ bless your soul)
Better yet stick on Dinners, Voge and Lonny
The best in the business of making no money
Yo
It's Voge on the mic and we're just getting started
Give us your attention, not half hearted
This rhyming thing is new to me
And I hope this endeavor ends fruitfully
And recently, with the weather getting warmer
We through some words together like a veggie korma
I warn you
When you start getting into it, you'll bobble your head
And maybe get a feel for this flow
And soon you'll know
That you're in the presence of a witty trio
Who spark
Up in Deer Park
We're men with honor, think Ned Stark
But won't lose our heads, when things get heated
Here with a song and a joint you'll be greeted
Rap like Jay-Z, gaff gets hazy
And when we're cooking we're cooking jalfrezi
Or maybe some dahl, the recipe is trivial
But when we're cooking wraps the beat is pivotal
Or clinical, no need to be cynical
Just groove with us, and you'll find it's diggable
Sunday afternoon and the mood is lazy, stick on the TV and entertain me
(Praise Jesus yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Better yet stick on Dinners, Voge and Lonny
The best in the business of making no money
Sunday afternoon and the mood is lazy, stick on the TV and entertain me
(Jesus Christ bless your soul)
Better yet stick on Dinners, Voge and Lonny
The best in the business of making no money
Serious
Fuck Voge
Fuck Yeah

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