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Get up, we are eternal funk. Alias the phemaldehyde funkmen. You can't see us but you can feel us Get up on the funk, funk, funk, funk, funk, funk. Feel it begin to rock, rock, rock, rock, rock
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) . ‘Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you . ‘Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you . ‘Cause Uptown Funk gon’ give it to you . Saturday night and we in the spot . Don’t believe me just watch (come on) . Don’t
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Yeah, Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do. Whatever he can, hot me. . Papa don't, Papa don't, Papa don't. Papa don't take
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If you ain't reggae for it, funk out. No-one knocking at your door, funk out. Overpowered by funk, funk out. It's combatative, repetitive. Don't life just funk you out?. Asinine, stupefying
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If you ain't reggae for it, funk out. No-one knocking at your door, funk out. Overpowered by funk, funk out. It's combatative, repetitive. Don't life just funk you out?. Asinine, stupefying
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Yeah, Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do. Whatever he can, hot me. . Papa don't, Papa don't, Papa don't. Papa don't take
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Yeah, Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do. Whatever he can, hot me. . Papa don't, Papa don't, Papa don't. Papa don't take
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sleeve. But me Papa oh papa tonight. Papa oh I'll be alright Look left. Look where you wanna be. Look up. Look where you left me I should have known. By the ice in his eye. But you warm me up with
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Papa don't take no mess. Papa don't take no mess. Papa is the man who can understand. How a man has to do whatever he can, hit me Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't. Papa don't take no mess, no
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ngang qua lon ton. Chớp chớp mắt 2 nách đã 2 con. Mà làm như mình vẫn còn son. 1 thế giới vẫn quay phía sau cánh gà. 1 tấm chiếu mới toanh được gọi papa. 1 trời mây bão giông luôn chờ ở nhà. Giờ là lúc
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Verse 1. I've tried every remedy, there ain't nothing getting me. Out of the funk I'm in. Can somebody rescue me 'cause I'm buried very deep. Inside the funk I'm in. I've tried every remedy, there
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grows in shadows hey fathers, screamin' at your kids from the bleachers. saying "quit actin like a sissy, suck it up and win". maybe you ought'a stop and think about what you're teaching. yeah you talk
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so, what we're gonna do. Is we're gonna go back to the old P Funkadelic get the * outta here, word?. Remember that old cut you did? Yeah, yeah. That ol' P funk cut?. Yeah, make my funk the P
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Song Where Country Grows(Album Version) - Ashton Shepherd. Have you ever rode a dirt road. With the windows rolled down. Smellin' that honeysuckle vine. Ridin' for no reason. And you're lookin
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Song Where Country Grows(Album Version) - Ashton Shepherd. Have you ever rode a dirt road. With the windows rolled down. Smellin' that honeysuckle vine. Ridin' for no reason. And you're lookin
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"P. Funk (Wants To Get Funked Up)". Good evening. Do not attempt to adjust your radio, there is nothing wrong. We have taken control as to bring you this special show. We will return it to you as
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Bài hát Green Grows The Holly - Calexico. Green grows the holly . And so does the ivy . Though winter blasts winds na'er so high . Green grows the holly . Gay are the flowers . Hedgerows and the
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Crazy, papa crazy Now papa don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, m'aam". Eatin' filet mignon, lobster tails and crab. He eats the finest food, he ain't the kindest dude. And then to put it to you
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Listen up, I feel a little drunk. Let's speed up the drums and create dirty funk. DJ spinnin' it, whole clubs diggin' it. Diggin' the dirty funk, I'm singin' it One for the women, holding VK. One
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tiPapa, Can You Hear Me?. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Papa, Can You Hear Me?. May the light. Of this flickering candle
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tiPapa, Can You Hear Me?. arBarbra Streisand. alWhat Matters Most - Barbra Streisand Sings the Lyrics of Alan & Marilyn Bergman. Papa, Can You Hear Me?. May the light. Of this flickering candle
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Verse 1. She ain't got no money. Her clothes are kinda funny. Her hair is kinda wild and free. Oh, but love grows. Where my Rosemary goes. And nobody knows like me. Verse 2. She talks kinda lazy. And
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. Paris may we agree?. That you can surrogately. Be my papa. I was born in the arms of your sacred heart, oh-oh. Paris may we agree?. Perhaps embarassingly. That you\'re my papa. I was born in your arms
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It's carbonide monoxide. The ol' Detroit perfume. It hangs on the highways in the mornin'. And it lays you down by noon Oh, Papa Hobo. You can see that I'm dressed like a schoolboy. But I feel
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My papa was a hobo when they delivered me. We didn't have a doctor 'cause he couldn't pay the fee. But when the goin' got too bad to ease his misery. Papa played the Dobro this way and he'd go
