Rare Americans - Rhythm Kitchen (OG Version) lyrics
Rare Americans [Canada]
[Rare Americans - Rhythm Kitchen OG Version lyrics]
I walk into the party, a mansion in the sky
Hints of burning weed, shimmer in the people's eyes
Looked over to the kitchen, preparation of a feast
Pretty lady with a meat cleaver, a chicken by the feet
The DJ was spinning old-school beats
Puff the Magic Dragon from '63
She stood outside on the balcony, like a lily in the Sun
Offered me a sip of her tea
She said "If you wanna have some fun"
Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen
Life is delicious
We got everything you want
It's the house of good good living
So come here to remember
So come here to forget
Please make yourself at home
This is the best that it gets
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
Heaven said cook 'em a dish with a pinch of that groovy mix with some originality
It had to be stuff in that cover to touch of some 11 plus about a dozen kick drums
It's, uhm, something like (lunch time)
I'm, uhm, stomping like (drum line)
Rhymes fall down from smart young minds
Find it fun, fucking frying French fries
If it means, I can buy a clean mic
Make me sound butter better bubbles bright
Better blow, better grow, huddle tight
Set the plan around the play and run if I recite it
Verses be cooked on a stove with open flame
Chef Fire D Smoke tonight
All my ingredients, organic locally grown
That's closer to home
Propane, grill or the charcoal pit
Still my kitchen is hardcore shit
Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen
Life is delicious
We got everything you want
It's the house of good good living
So come here to remember
So come here to forget
Please make yourself at home
This is the best that it gets
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
Mouth watering
Living like a King
Last I remember, she was holding me
I drank that tea
My body start grooving
My feet felt every beat
I could smell the pie and pudding and the sizzling duck confit
She grabbed my hands and twirled me around
Was floating on the seat, looked me deadpan and the eyes
"You gotta let go if you wanna be free"
Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen
Life is delicious
We got everything you want
It's the house of good good living
Some things I can't remember but I sure won't forget
I made myself at home, it was the best that it gets
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
Hints of burning weed, shimmer in the people's eyes
Looked over to the kitchen, preparation of a feast
Pretty lady with a meat cleaver, a chicken by the feet
The DJ was spinning old-school beats
Puff the Magic Dragon from '63
She stood outside on the balcony, like a lily in the Sun
Offered me a sip of her tea
She said "If you wanna have some fun"
Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen
Life is delicious
We got everything you want
It's the house of good good living
So come here to remember
So come here to forget
Please make yourself at home
This is the best that it gets
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
Heaven said cook 'em a dish with a pinch of that groovy mix with some originality
It had to be stuff in that cover to touch of some 11 plus about a dozen kick drums
It's, uhm, something like (lunch time)
I'm, uhm, stomping like (drum line)
Rhymes fall down from smart young minds
Find it fun, fucking frying French fries
If it means, I can buy a clean mic
Make me sound butter better bubbles bright
Better blow, better grow, huddle tight
Set the plan around the play and run if I recite it
Verses be cooked on a stove with open flame
Chef Fire D Smoke tonight
All my ingredients, organic locally grown
That's closer to home
Propane, grill or the charcoal pit
Still my kitchen is hardcore shit
Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen
Life is delicious
We got everything you want
It's the house of good good living
So come here to remember
So come here to forget
Please make yourself at home
This is the best that it gets
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
Mouth watering
Living like a King
Last I remember, she was holding me
I drank that tea
My body start grooving
My feet felt every beat
I could smell the pie and pudding and the sizzling duck confit
She grabbed my hands and twirled me around
Was floating on the seat, looked me deadpan and the eyes
"You gotta let go if you wanna be free"
Welcome to Rhythm Kitchen
Life is delicious
We got everything you want
It's the house of good good living
Some things I can't remember but I sure won't forget
I made myself at home, it was the best that it gets
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)
At Rhythm Kitchen (at Rhythm Kitchen)