Lyrics:
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
motha' fuckin friend baby
(yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
Long Overdue (how we do it)
But you asked for it
So now I gotta give it
tales by moonlight
Come on
Story story is what you give me all days
I'm on a search for something real
Currency you say na currency oh
But honestly
Truth
tales by moonlight
Come on
Story story is what you give me all days
I'm on a search for something real
Currency you say na currency oh
But honestly
Truth
from the record biz
From the hoods in the hood and the whiny white kids
Boring
The old man is snoring
And I'm taming the tiger
(You can't tame
Doesn't anybody know oh how to walk anymore
Doesn't anybody know oh what a radio's for
Doesn't anybody wear their hair down low
Doesn't anybody know,
the
Difference between Top
40 radio audiences and adult contemporary
Between AC and urban and between those
And no radio play at all
(Which, for a second
Made
boys
Keep your identity crisis under the table
I always knew who I was and I'll always be more famous
Check it
For the best in the vendor biz
Das Radio klingt feist
Gestern war in den Top 10 Scheiß
Heute ist die Liste heiß
Und du tanzt
Dass ich Gott für deine Kiste preis'
Baby, wach
Das Radio klingt feist
Gestern war in den Top 10 Scheiß
Heute ist die Liste heiß
Und du tanzt
Dass ich Gott für deine Kiste preis'
Baby, wach
Das Radio klingt feist
Gestern war in den Top 10 Scheiß
Heute ist die Liste heiß
Und du tanzt
Dass ich Gott für deine Kiste preis'
Baby, wach
you still a bitch
One last shoutout to all my men raising they daughters
My man I knew for just three years made me godfather
That shit meant something
Verse 1-Under the hallway lights, waiting for a package.
Consignment that’s how it go when you don’t have the cabbage.
20% for starters. Gardner’s
had a basketball
Team called the Hornets
The hustlers on the block was
The only ones balling
Every day I saw ‘em floating
Something that I wanted
Riding
soldiers never bleed for these bitches
Think it's clear i was deep in the trenches
Now I'm back hoe, Biz got me turnt up
Told me shine only thing is dog i
Some like to give brain and
What some of these girls want, is too much for the radio station
Look I'm just a man y'all (man y'all)
Not a monster
money oh
I no go do you jukpa oh
You dey turn my radio oh
I say Amaka garu oh
Chop all of my money oh
Eluku dance no be jukpa oh
Baby girl say you try for
I need, who am I to want more
These Ladybug letters, I wrote them for him
I made them specific to something so big
It can't be defined, proven,
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
on radio, even though there was no trend. They created a service that distributed photos of celebrity engagement rings (bribed onto celebrity fingers) for
from the law
Cause they ain’t playing out here
Bae girl wanna link up
But I ain’t got time for a bitch
I’m just tryna handle my biz
I’m just tryna handle
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
the studio the Radio’s on AYE!
On air something like a cloud 9
No lie feelin like I’m fiening to get what’s mine (what's mine)
Oh my I think it’s about time
of something in a book by Don DeLillo about how terrorists are the only true artists left, because they're the only ones who are still capable of really
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