A Sunday Afternoon in the LSH
Robin Healy
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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 f*ck 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 F*ck Voge F*ck Yeah
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Written by: Connor Vogelaar, Cormac Lonergan, Robin Healy
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