Lyrics:
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na
Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit' a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Yo the burner by the zipper, burn 'em, turn 'em to a pisser
leave it all behind
So grab your things and let's go
We can drive all night no one will know
Turn up the radio
And watch the world pass by through your
you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
They never said your
, get up, come and take a ride with me
I got a lotta things I wanna show you
Turn up the volume on the radio
Turn it up, get up, come on don’t you try
back at the dome
I say gotta roll up too when I get back at the dome
Praises to the most high blessed me with the flow
So I can use it sometimes, let you
(It's alright) turn it up, turn it up
(It's alright) oh oh yeah
(It's alright) oh yeah
tryna fly flags
Gonna take over and warm up now
Warm on radio, warm on shows
Warm in the airways, warm on roads
Man better know that it's warm out
cutting it
Not like an edit here
I need more credit yeah
I take a U-Turn on fuck with you avenue
Settle like residue
I do not settle boo
Rapping in
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
I just wanted you to know
Sometimes driving home at night
I let your memory take control
And you're sitting by my side
I turn up the radio
I just wanted you to know
Sometimes driving home at night
I let your memory take control
And you're sitting by my side
I turn up the radio
at all)
I won't knock it
Feel so alive when you're by my side
I don't mean to stutter
I'm caught up in the moment
It's just lack of sleep
I've been up
It was back around the turn of the centuries,
Back around nineteen hundred & thirteen,
There was a Negro pugilist his name was Jack Johnson.
Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
Chevy
Ride this Chevy down a little backroad
Slide your pretty little self on over
Get a little closer, turn up the radio
Put your pretty pink toes
stand up time for the show…
3-2-1 Go…
Hook
Don’t go throw it away I want you to stay come and see who we are, who we are…
Turn on the radio it’s time for
I'm comin with the lyrical miracle leaving em hysterical
Live from the cypher, new wave, 4 dimensional, I upgraded it to spherical
Turn the track up
My Christmas Girl Radio edit
By Eric MacVicar
I loved and lost at Christmas time.
My friends are great, I'll be just fine.
Verse 1
Happily, happy.
turns cold and it's time to go.
But I ain't never turnin' down this stereo you can bury my soul in the radio.
Lookin' in the rearview all I see is dirt
Up/down
up/down (let it go!)
Can't beat me, you can't stop me, take it, copy, my recipe down
let it go
the dance floor it
knows me radio ready
still do
It's a long shot girl but I'm coming to you
From the other side of the radio
Turn me up I'll take you back down that road
I miss you like crazy
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
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