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Would you work for a reason, Lazyman
Do your thoughts have expression, Lazyman
Does life pass you by while you don't even try
To grab hold
Look up in the sky and have a Nelly sighting, like

[Chorus: x2]
Skurrrrt, oh! (Goin' break it down)
Oh Nelly! (Goin' change that game around)
And I
[Skit]
Nelly: Callin these niggaz mayn
(*phone ringing*)
Nelly: Got me up on wait
Man: Can you get that nigga
Nelly: I know these niggaz is home
and give me a license to fly things
Look up in the sky and have a Nelly sighting, like

Skurrt, oh! (Gon' break it down)
Oh Nelly! (Gon' change that game
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
off to work, that is the deal

I'm not a star, but I know how it feels to be on my radio

Well I pulled into work and heard "Born To Be Wild"

I reached
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,
by my side
Honey you're getting me by
Yeah you're keeping me alive

I got a job, I work hard
These days the money don't go very far
It's hard
and sheltered
Who will be remembered?
When they fall and they die by submission

We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
My hope is gone
It's
nothin' wrong with the radio
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn
nothin' wrong with the radio
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn
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
The decorations are drab
It's dirty and it smells
You don't have to be mad to work here
But it helps

The temptation to fail
Would make a boots bunny
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time  forget it 
Hear me on radio  live vocally do edits 
E Swift scratchin and threading  with supreme
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always
work mega-swiftly with an S-950
Or MPC-60, so when it's fat ideas hit me
Don't fuck with beat product', head got a built in four track
Use sixteen,
Well tonight if you turn your radio on
You might hear a sad, sad song
About someone who lost everything they had
It may sound like me
But I'm
ain't nothin' wrong with the radio 
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires 
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires 
The wipers don't work
Well tonight if you turn your radio on
You might hear a sad, sad song
About someone who lost everything they had
It may sound like me
But I'm
that's bonafide 
Works for me every time I try 
It ain't no science but it gets me by 
It's just a rock 'n roll strategy 
Turn it up
She's by herself again
In the quiet secret night
Below the neighbor's window
Hands in pockets; head on one side

And the radio plays an unknown
And by the way what the fuck does the radio have to do with it
Just another clever trick they got to hush the humming masses
While they buy buy buy this
can't diffuse us
It'll be on radio and even TV
That we achieved a level where you want to be
Now step off the pedestal, give us the mike
So we can rock
.
Sittin' by the fire...
Radio just played a little classical music for you kids,
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane,
Oh radio, play me that sweet heavenly song
Well, it's Saturday night and we all get into town

Broken by heartache but driven by her sound
Well,