The Truth
Nothing gets me moving my hips more than a funky bassline - I just love those deep, soulful jams of the 70's. The Truth is my homage to all that is funky. It's a wild, rocking ride, taking you from the clubs of New York to the beaches of Jamaica to the jazz filled streets of New Orleans. The Truth is full of funky, lusty, bluesy, tracks that celebrate guilty pleasures, body positivity, life and the human experience, all riding on that signature Bianca groove.
Songs
Credits
Music & Lyrics - Bianca Grooves
Vocals - Bianca Grooves
Background Vocals (Caught the Song) - Drew Bordeaux
Keys - Clifford Carter
Guitar - Larry Saltzman
Trombone - Nat Ranson
Tenor Sax - Drew Vandewinckel
Bass - Chris Conte
Drums & Percussion - Sammy Wags
Produced By - Bianca Grooves & Sammy Wags
Recorded at The Koop Studios, Irvington
Mixed By - Sammy Wags
Mastered By - Sammy Wags at Koop Studios
Get Out of My Kitchen
Get out of my kitchen,
Don’t go touchin what ain’t yours
Get out of my kitchen,
Don’t go snoopin through my drawers
Get my meat out your hands
Get your eyes off my man
Stop a-stirring my pan
What you thinking when you
Come into my home
Pouring sauce on my mussels
Shakin all your silicone
Then you tell me that you’re
Old world Italian
Making hockey puck meatballs
Girl your Irish eyes are lying
Are you for real tryin to teach me how to keep my kitchen
squeaky clean and smoking hot?
Cause you man looks like he’s starving when he looks at me
he’s always lickin his chops
Get out of my kitchen,
Don’t go touchin what ain’t yours
Get out of my kitchen,
Don’t go snoopin through my drawers
Get my meat out your hands
Get your eyes off my man
Stop a-stirring my pan
Girl, you can’t take my heat
So just get out of my kitchen
Now you talkin
Bout your down home cookin
How it keeps your man happy
Well, the proof is in the puddin
He stays home hungry
while you go out every night
For some sweet young meat
For that voracious appetite
“Variety’s the spice of life” you tell me
when you can’t remember who’s in your bed
Well maybe I’m a one-man woman
But at least I know who butters my bread
I drink fine wine
With my fine man
He brings home the bacon
Fries it up in my pan
He butters me up
For a piece of my pie
So eat your heart out, because
he’s all mine
Get out of my kitchen,
Don’t go touchin what ain’t yours
Get out of my kitchen,
Don’t go snoopin through my drawers
Get my meat out your hands
Get your eyes off my man
Stop a-stirring my pan
Girl, you can’t take my heat, so
Get out of my kitchen
Oh baby trust me
you can’t take my heat,
So just
Get out of my kitchen
Guilty
When I have to choose between two evils,
I always choose the one that I haven’t tried before
It’s not like I don’t have enough temptation
I got so many vices I can’t count ‘em anymore
When I was young I had to hide ‘em from my parents
Now that I’ve grown I have to hide ‘em from my kids
It doesn’t matter if it’s straight up or illegal, ooh
Either way I’m guilty, ooh either way I’m guilty
Driving down the highway, licking the burrata
Who’s juicy?
Vacay in the tropics, 10am mojitos
Who’s bougie?
Dancing at the party, sweating with the waiters
Who’s spicy?
Lying on the bar top, mixing drinks in my mouth
Who’s naughty?
I do it in the dark
You know
When it doesn’t count
Even then, I’m guilty
Ordering my dinner, piled high with truffles
Who’s extra?
Dip in my jacuzzi, eah, I go in topless
Who’s easy?
Started with my main course, finish with my main man
Who’s risqué?
Mixing my sangria, vodka, vino, Cointreau
Who’s wicked?
I do it in the dark, you know
When it doesn’t count
Even then, I’m guilty
When I have to choose between two evils,
I always choose the one that I haven’t tried before
It’s not like I don’t have enough temptation
I got so many vices I can’t count ‘em anymore
When I was young, I had to hide ‘em from my parents
Now that I’ve grown, I have to hide ‘em from my kids
It doesn’t matter if it’s straight up or illegal, ooh
Either way I’m guilty, ooh either way I’m guilty
Ooh, you don’t need a guilty conscience
Ooh, to enjoy life to it’s fullest
Instead of envy when don’t you come join me?
I’d rather regret doing something
Than regret never having tried it at all
Cause either way no matter what I do I’m guilty,
Ooh either way I’m guilty
When I have to choose between two evils,
I always choose the one that I haven’t tried before
It’s not like I don’t have enough temptation
I got so many vices I can’t count ‘em anymore
When I was young, I had to hide ‘em from my parents
Now that I’ve grown, I have to hide ‘em from my kids
It doesn’t matter if it’s straight up or illegal, ooh
Either way I’m guilty, ooh either way I’m guilty
Red Pill
Would you like to know where you’re going?
Do you think you know where you’ve been?
When you look in the mirror do you see
reality creeping in?
Illusion’s a favorite blanket,
a sheltered protected place.
And although your house is burning
it’s a comforting warm embrace.
If the oracle tells you something
that you somehow cannot explain
trust that the best is ahead
and you’ll feel as right as rain.
You can’t see beyond the corner,
although it’s as clear as day.
Listen and follow directions
the universe shows the way.
So go on and take the red pill,
maybe you’ll take the blue.
Don’t worry yourself about it
You already know what to do
When you’re faced with your ultimate question,
and you know that there’s work to do,
will you wander the endless desert
in order to find your truth?
Or beg Morpheus to deliver
Your soul that will set you free?
He can’t change what’s in your future
You create your reality!
So go on and take the red pill,
maybe you’ll take the blue.
Don’t worry yourself about it
You already know what to do
Go on and take the red pill,
maybe you’ll take the blue.
Don’t worry yourself about it
You already know what to do
So go on and take the red pill,
maybe you’ll take the blue.
Don’t worry yourself about it
You already know what to do
Go on and take the red pill,
maybe you’ll take the blue.
Don’t worry yourself about it
You already know what to do
Go on and take the red pill,
maybe you’ll take the blue.
Go on and take the red pill,
maybe you’ll take the blue.
It's All About the Shoes
I got a, embarrassing secret addiction,
I think it’s called Imelda Marcos affliction,
About some things my closet happens to be rich in,
You see I just get wacky when I buy one red and strappy
I get, deliveries from the man in brown clothes,
I love that UPS boy because he knows
That my favorite dealer’s name is Zappo’s
He brings them to my back door
so I don’t get caught anymore
It’s all about the shoes
It’s all about the shoes
I got a, good friend shoes saved his marriage,
Wifey shops some serious damage,
She love Manolo, the shoes are savage,
So he pays like a boss
Cause it’s cheaper than divorce.
It’s all about the shoes
It’s all about the shoes
Ladies if you ain’t happy
Lemme set you straight
Skinny chic or big and beautiful,
Shoes don’t discriminate.
You’re fabulous all around
From your bootie to your hairdo
So put ya heels on, girlfriend strut your stuff,
Shoes celebrate you!
It’s all about the shoes
It’s all about the shoes
I got, red bottom Loubs like I’m Cardi B
Manolo Blahniks like I’m Sex in the City
Ruby slippers kill witches like Dorothy
And when I’m like a princ-ass
I got slippers made of glass
It’s all about the shoes
It’s all about the shoes
Ladies if you ain’t happy
Getting bored in the bed-oh,
No matter what you’re doing,
It’s sexier in stilettos
Girlfriend you gotta spice, spice, spice it up
Who do you want to be?
For tonite you can be anyone
Shoes set you free!
It’s all about the shoes
It’s all about the shoes
Caught the Song
So I’m sitting at the piano just doing my thing
The mood is light, the day is bright and I’m listening
To the melodies and harmonies flowing along
I’m just chilling not writing a song
My fingers tap the keys just a doing their dance
My body’s swaying back and forth and I’m in a trance
When a song in the universe that was in flight
Glances by my brain like a meteorite
So I reached out and caught that song
(She caught it, she caught it)
I reached out and I caught that song
(She caught it, she she caught it)
I reached into the universe
I rode high upon that wave
I channeled the energy
That’s how I caught the song
So I’m lying in my bed just a meditating
My worries and my stress I am liberating
My brain and my body and my heart are free
When words and rhythms start coming to me
My man next to me looking really nice, he
Says he feels hungry for that something spicy
I can’t play your games now baby behave
Cause when the music comes I gotta ride the wave
So I rode the wave and caught that song
(She caught it, she caught it)
I rode that wave and I caught that song
(She caught it, she she caught it)
I reached into the universe
I rode high upon that wave
I channeled the energy
That’s how I caught the song
So I’m riding in my car just a traveling
Those errands and chores that I’m juggling
I fiddle with the dial on my radio
My groove is starting to flow
At the moment I’m alone but I know she’s near
There’s a tingle in the atmosphere
With a little bit of mystery
I channel the energy
The message is clear
More than your ears
Can help you to birth
Songs in the universe
Whatever your thing
Dance, paint, write or sing
The muse gives and plays,
In so many, so many different ways!
I reached into the universe
I rode high upon that wave
I channeled the energy
That’s how I caught the song
I reached into the universe
I rode high upon that wave
I channeled the energy
That’s how I caught the song
Cause I was sitting at the piano
when I caught the song
I was lying in my bed
that’s when I caught the song
I was riding in my car
that’s when I caught the song
That’s how I caught the song
The Truth
She got diamonds round her neck
She got rocks in her pockets
Fancy is what she’s trying to sell
He got a Lamborghini
But he can’t afford to park it
Money is what he’s trying to sell
But you gotta really buy it if you’re
Planning for to sell it
If you don’t believe it in your bones
Then everyone can tell it
So while you’re sayin it
And hoping that it sinks in
We can feel you fakin it
Cause the truth don’t need convincing
The Truth, The Truth, The Truth
She got kindness on her lips
She got darkness between her hips
Honey is what she’s trying to sell
He got the drumsticks in his hands
But he don’t feel the rhythm
Funky is what he’s trying to sell
But you gotta really buy it if
You’re planning for to sell it
If you don’t believe it in your bones
Then everyone can tell it
So while you’re sayin it
And hoping that it sinks in
We can feel you fakin it
Cause the truth don’t need convincing
The Truth, The Truth, The Truth
So why we buy that jive?
Your gut gets pushed aside
Your brain tries to deceive
Your heart wants to believe
She got a bible that she quotes
She got stones she likes to throw
Holy is what she’s trying to sell
He touts the all-inclusive route
Got a sign “Strangers Keep Out”
Righteous is what he’s trying to sell
But you
Gotta buy it, if you
Plan to sell it
Is it, in your bones
Cause we can tell it
So go on say it
And hope it sinks in
Yeah, you’re faking it
Cause you gotta really buy it If you’re
Planning for to sell it, if you
Don’t believe it in your bones
Then everyone can tell it
So while you’re sayin it
And hoping that it sinks in
We can feel you fakin it
You gotta really buy it If you’re
Planning for to sell it
If you don’t believe it in your bones
Then everyone can tell it
So while you’re sayin it
And hoping that it sinks in
We can feel you fakin it
You gotta really buy it If you’re
Planning for to sell it
She Makes Three
I left my husband
holding my wine glass
I said, I left my husband
Holding my wine glass
It was empty when I came back
Nothing but a lipstick stain in MAC’s
Russian Red on the rim
(And that’s exactly my color)
Well at least he’s consistent
you know he loves his reds
I said, at least he’s consistent
You know he loves them reds
Bright or bold or burgundy
But always hot and peppery
And who can blame him?
(I like ‘em too)
Long legs, so sublime
This ain’t her first time
Sung about and shared before
By 2 or 3 or even more
She’s good alone, with him or me
But it’s the best when she makes three
It’s the best when, she makes three
He don’t mind sharing
He knows I need mine too
No, no, no, he don’t mind sharing
He knows I need mine too
I like mine round and young
Velvety, sweet on my tongue
With just a little bite
Friday celebrations
Stormy Mondays too
They call it Stormy Mondays
Friday celebrations
They call it Stormy Mondays too
In my house or restaurant
She always gives me just what I want
And that’s just what I need
My man and my wine
Menage-a-trois anytime
Full bodied, knock ‘em dead
Make it go straight to my head
Merlot, cabernet
Come on baby, let’s play
Come on baby, let’s play
My man and my wine
Menage-a-trois anytime
Full bodied, knock ‘em dead
Let it go straight to my head
Merlot, cabernet
Come on baby, let’s play
Come on baby, let’s play
Second Line
Lay me down,
Lay me down,
Lay my body down for me.
Now lay me down,
Lay me down,
Cut loose my body
and set my spirit free
When I die,
Now don’t you cry,
Leave the funeral
Dancin’ child,
Trumpets a’blarin’
Voices high
Get me a Second Line
Gonna get me a Second Line
When I die,
Now don’t you cry,
Sit round the table
Glasses high,
Share a’fine mem’ries
Drink fine wine
Gonna get me a Second Line
Now up in New York City,
They celebrate life
Work hard all day
Play hard all night
But the city don’t know
New Orleans got it right
Best celebration
of your whole sweet life
Gonna happen when you die
When I die,
Now don’t you cry,
Leave the funeral
Dancin’ child,
Trumpets a’blarin’
Voices high
Get me a Second Line
Gonna get me a Second Line
When I die,
Now don’t you cry,
Sit round the table
Glasses high,
Share a’fine mem’ries
Drink fine wine
Get me a Second Line
Now before we’re born
We’re given our time
To learn our lessons
Let our spirits shine
And when this journey’s over
Cross to the other side
The second line brings out the funeral
And brings in our second life
When I die,
Now don’t you cry,
Leave the funeral
Dancin’ child,
Trumpets a’blarin’
Voices high
Get me a Second Line
Gonna get me a Second Line
When I die,
Now don’t you cry,
Sit round the table
Glasses high,
Share a’fine mem’ries
Drink fine wine
Get me a Second Line
***Thanks***
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