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from Bootsy Collins - Play With Bootsy (2002)
Take our groove eternal (cause you know how
we livin‘) Here’s our latest jam (in the spirit world) Write this in your journal Get on up and jam (So let’s play fair, my dear) Every day will be a sunny day Every face will have a smile Sometimes it seems like it’s gonna rain forever But can you do it let me wild Some day you feel like dem walls are closing in And you don’t know what to do I think I’ve got something that can make you feel good again Just let the music take control of you, oooh Take this groove eternal Here’s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam (get on up, get on up) I feel the rush and I smell the heat I‘m hydraulic pumpin‘ to the pulsatin‘ beat There’s something ´bout a melody Really echoes the room There’s just something ´bout a funky, funky melody Helps me lose my favorite tune Even on the hottest days When I just wanna run and hide All I have to do is listen to my radio And I forget about the world outside Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Jam, jam, jam Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Yeah, dig it now Jam , groove on baby, watch out now, say whatta (Yeah, wanna raise a lil‘ sand about my beach, baby) Take this groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Take this groove eternal (You can’t get in without your Funk Card, baby) Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam (get on up, get on up, get on up) Yeah, sticks and stones may break my bones And the word is the prime suspect Yeah, but it’s all access, baby Yeah, I’m on a mission, baby You are not alone, you’re in the party zone (Yeah, that’s what I’m talkin‘ bout) You are not alone, you’re in the party zone (I’ma funk it all, bubba) Uhh, just a little Gene-splicin‘, baby Jam, jam Better work my fingers to the bone Yeah, I’m comin‘ home, I’m comin‘ home, baby Take this groove eternal (Who, me? I’m just funkin‘ for fun) Here‘s our latest jam (And it is groovalatin ‘) Write this in your journal Get on up and jam Take that groove eternal Here‘s our latest jam Write this in your journal Get on up and jam (Check this static out) I think I feel a solo from on high, baby Yeah, metabolic imagin‘, baby Work with your inside I can not hear you Yeah, but I can smell you, baby Jam! (Oh yeah, the groove extraordinaire, baby) Jam! (Uh, just funkin‘ with the inside of your mind to your soul) Noise pollutions, baby, and a burned cat is a dead pussy (Yeah!) Eternally yours, ever funkin‘ on, bubba Dance! (I am not gonna dance to that song, and I mean that!) |
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