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Bullhorn (Get To Work)
02:38
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I am the cowboy with the silver spurs
I run the disco
You're just the clown around this rodeo
Cheaper than Crisco
I see you trying to cop a feel
In my china shop, Don't steal
That lady merchandise
Or Bullhorn come out, get ya twice
Bullhorn
(Get to work)
(Get to work)
Bullhorn
(Get to work)
(Get to work)
I was in the shade
Sunglasses and ice cold lemonade
Didn't wanna get up
But now I gotta fix that chicken strut
And the grin on your face
Walking around like you own the place
Well you cross me bro
And it's tic tac toe
So I gotta X your Os
Oh shit, the rhythm is hot
Yeah I like it a lot, and it's coming for you whether you are ready or not
So like it or not, this funk's coming out
Blowing up on your favorite spot
Know what I mean?
Just tryna get down like a weather machine
Bullhorn 'bout to come out
Everybody help me shout
Bullhorn
(Get to work)
(Get to work)
Bullhorn
(Get to work)
(Get to work)
Bullhorn
(Get to work)
(Get to work)
Bullhorn
(Get to work)
(Oh daddy make it hurt)
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Summer 99
05:05
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The summer of 99 was spent in a van
With a lakeside girl and her wristwatch tan
Four tangled ankles and one back seat
Got mixed up in some mix tapes
Keeping time to the beat
Well they’d drive that bus down the interstate
And wonder if it could all be fate
Or if life had just served up some serendipity
Well either way they didn’t care
And it really didn’t matter where
They ended up so long as it was somewhere
And now he’s driving in the front
Yeah she’s lying in the back
He’s turning up the radio
She’s reading Kerouac
He looks in the rear view mirror
Trying to catch her eye
And her smile bounces out
Into the Arizona sky
And he said babe if we drive fast enough
The universe might lose track of us
And forget to stick us somewhere else for a day
So in the harsh light of a Texaco sign
They drank some cheap imported wine
And pooled their cash to fill the tank half-way
She jumped in the front to take the driver’s wheel
And wrapped her hands in the rounded steel
And hell the cold felt good
She forgot the mirrors and hit the gas
Peeling out right there by the overpass
Cause it’s more fun not doing what you should
And now she’s driving in the front
Yeah he’s lying in the back
She’s turning up the radio
He’s reading Kerouac
Oh he looks in the rear view mirror
Trying to catch her eye
And her smile bounces out
Into the Arizona sky
She was crawling from the front
Lying naked on her back
Forgot the radio
Lay the seats down flat
Fogging up the rear view mirror
Shivers down their spine
And smiles bouncing out
As they try to catch a lie
And now he’s driving in the front
Yeah she’s lying in the back
He’s turning up the radio
She’s reading Kerouac
He looks in the rear view mirror
Trying to catch her eye
And her smile bounces out
Into the Arizona sky
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Do What I Can
06:03
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I've been taking records of the money that I spend
living smarter is getting harder
and don't wanna be the same kid that I've been
Sure it's easy from a distance, different story on the line
try your best to deliver, and surprised if it works every time
I do what I can, I do what I can
Lord, I do what I can to understand
where you're coming from
Nowadays I only hear from my ex on the back of the rent checks
that I write on the first
And yeah I guess it hurts, but I hurt her worse
Oh she says it's the least I can do if I don't wanna go down
as just a bad, bad man
I do what I can
I do what I can
Lord, I do what I can to understand
where you're coming from
And I've been trying to understand it, looking for the signs
but how can you see what is right when love and justice are blind
And it comes back to that one fact that you always knew
truth comes to those who's love always shows in the night
oh I swear, I swear I'll make it right
I do what I can, I do what I can
Lord, I do what I can to understand
where you're coming from
show me where you're coming from
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Every Flavor Weather Machine New York, New York
Every Flavor Weather Machine is a nine-piece Brooklyn party band bringing a carnival of disco, funk, r&b and indie rock. Formed in Bushwick in 2013, the group has grown from a piano-led folk-funk experiment into a punchy disco powerhouse.
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