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so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
your body, or wanna make edits, have you got good credit?
Are you less is more or when you see the Insta' girls, do you kinda beg it?
You wanna stay
apologized, ain't no harm in that
(I wanna turn those blue lights) What have you done?
(Into strobe lights) There's no need to run
(Not blue flashing
I'm snatchin' bitches, taking money
And I don't wanna hit that, that shit tastin' funny
I do what I want to, real life, motherfucker you can't tell me
I said take a deep breath and slow down
Life been moving to fast I'm grown now
Baby I just wanna get high and smoke out
You just wanna get by you
whole thing myself
My bad if it sounds like
I wanted to make a point I have a challenge for you
Don't wanna come off as brash
Just wanna show you my view
sleep on the crew
They sleep on me too
But I see sun coming through
The sky is so blue
Don’t think me a fool
I run up sets, make em checks
Now I’m tryna
Well baby let me tell you what I wanna do
I wanna hold you, wanna touch you, wanna feel you too
Want you to mess me up and let me down and just be
We goin' send this out for every street DJ
This is something for the mix shows
Mix shows
You don't wanna go outside
Because the thugs are
take me back
Michael and his brothers make me wonder 'bout who lovin' you
Brandy understand me, broken-hearted, sittin' in my room (sittin' in my room)
And Mr. Engineer make sure me track comes out fat
Me say, disk and dat, disk and dat
And Mr. Engineer you did your job, that's a wrap!
wanna lose your bitch, you better get your bae (get your bitch)
By any means get your cake, you broke, I can't relate (can't relate)
Mama told me
the radio
Ain't been two miles down the road
The way you look at me baby I don't know
If we even gonna make it to the party
Yeah we gotta whole lot of moon
another blunt fuck around and I'll forget you
Switched up out the blue really seemed shady
I can't help but get the feeling like you just played me
två , tre
Burning my bridges
And you hoo and you holler and you make me mad
And I've always been under your heel
Holy christ what a lousy deal
the radio, think it's just time to step back, yeah
Got the forty, boutta make me a story
I'm in the lab like I'm Rick and Morty
I'm with the gang, boutta call
fine
And I just wanna have a good time, girl
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make it go boomba
The way you windin' it girl
DoggWood on the track, bitch
Marc Ballin
Listen, gotta be real smart when you're making these moves
I know I can make it, just needed the tools
When
the radio?
She got a different type of (uh)
She'll make a nigga want to wife her (yeah)
Prada blue, Dior suit, white Nike her (uh)
Uh, I'm still
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
they see
The world is wide and I'm on every side
They take pictures of me
That's all that you see
You hear my song you know it makes you wanna say
She's a pick me up at six, make you wait 'til eight
Country girl sticker on her Chevrolet
She'd close on an old pine down by the riverbank
Buzz from
life intended me to be
This is a message, from me to you
Through and through, the radio tunes
Of dark, space and time, of the sky blue
I wonder if this
(take all)
Of me (of me)
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kind of girl you like, girl you like
Take all (take all)
Of me (of
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