Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rhythm Kitchen , by - Rare Americans. Release date: 27.04.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rhythm Kitchen |
| 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 the 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 living |
| Some come here to remember, some 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, woo) |
| a dish with a pinch |
| Of that groovy mixed with some originality |
| It had to be stuff in the cover |
| That touch of some loving, plus about a dozen kick drums |
| It’s, um, something like lunchtime |
| I’m, um, stomping like drumline |
| Rhymes fall down from sky, young minds |
| Find it fun fucking frying french fries |
| If it means I can buy a clean mic |
| Make me sound butter better bubbles |
| Better blow, better grow, huddled tight |
| Set the player on the play |
| And verses been cooked on a stove with open flame |
| Chef D Smoke the name |
| 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 living |
| Some come here to remember, some 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, woo) |
| Now the |
| Living like a king |
| Last I remember, she was holding me |
| I drank that tea |
| My body started grooving, my feet felt every beat |
| I could smell the pie and pudding and the sizzling duck |
| She grabbed my hands and twirled me round, was floating on the sea |
| Looked me dead-pan in 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 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, woo) |