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Albums:

So Not Over You [Radio Edit/Johnny Douglas Radio Mix] (Simply Red) · I'm Leavin' U (Gotta Go, Gotta Go) (MC Lyte) · Gotta Go, Gotta Leave (Vivian Green) · Alibi [Radio Edit] (David Gray) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Minimal Radio Edit (Experience of Music) · Technologic [Radio Edit] (Daft Punk) · Let the Light In [Radio Edit] (Bob Schneider) · Margarita [Radio Edit] (Sleepy Brown) · Radio Edit (Apulanta) – and 90 other albums »


the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
stand.
Loyalty torched dignity,
Burned him up and he ran.
There's nothing worse than a radio edit.
Girls' fashion's callous, the standard
Is angry,
He's a rich man living in a poor man's house

Every night at home, feels like it's Christmas Eve
And Gracie's got his dinner on the stove, Daddy's
of 99
And we're all anticipating
What could happen overnight
It's a crazy situation
Gotta find myself a man
Who can lead me to temptation
And thake
ain't stoppin me dawg 
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards 
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords 
You will, die by the gun
at the cover

Oh come on in closer baby
Hear what else I gotta say!
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up!

You can't judge sugar by looking
a book by looking at the cover.

Oh come on in closer baby,
Hear what else I gotta say!
You got your radio turned down too low,
Turn it up!

You
at the cover

Oh come on in closer baby
Hear what else I gotta say!
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up!

You can't judge sugar by looking
Fucked up Chingy's song

Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
a book by looking at the cover.

Oh come on in closer baby,
Hear what else I gotta say!
You got your radio turned down too low,
Turn it up!

You
at the cover

Oh come on in closer baby
Hear what else I gotta say!
You got your radio turned down too low
Turn it up!

You can't judge sugar by looking
the house structure
Like Empire State, the power will surely crush you 
As a pun on a radio edit, or nasty soda
I'm colder in the heart when the camel back
beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
They'll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta
of 99
And we're all anticipating
What could happen overnight
It's a crazy situation
Gotta find myself a man
Who can lead me to temptation
And take
by looking at the cover
Oh come on in closer baby,
Hear what else I gotta say!
You got your radio turned down too low,
Turn it up!
You can't judge
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way

I gotta dance (dance dance dance now
Formica floors
Shoes by Jimmy Chu's and Michael Core's
Fuck Thelma and Louise, it's Trina and Eve (uh, yeah)

Hook
(Eve)
I'm not a regular bitch, I
Get yo' ass asthma with all that coughing, yeah
Eve where you at? Ayo Trina where you at? Ayo Brat

Picture this, Eve walking down the street with
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, 'howdy friend'
I guess there's just us two
He screamed a bit and away he flew
Thought I was
Adam and Eve.
I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'
When she said, hey man, you crazy or sumpin',
You see what happened last time they
didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road you gotta take me home

[Solo]

I drive by the homeless sleeping on
a cold dark street
Like
Sometimes I wish to God 
I didn't know now
The things I didn't know then
Road you gotta take me home

I drive by the homeless sleeping on
A cold dark
too much though
I know I look funny

Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand
I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend
I guess there's just us two"
He
And the dreams of the young, they ain't never been nothing but the last request of the old 
Heaven is the fiddle on the late night radio hit by Redemption
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint