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Full proved disaster
Countin' his cash
Alone on a train
Mr. america
Made by guinea gold mold
It's radio play

There's some twisted translation

your evenings doing what you do best
By listening to songs that hipsters detest
Just to get a kick at their trendy protest
While folding up the envelope

a bomb could make them fall
And you're drinking, and writing
And living in spite of what you've been told by your head
And nothing feels right
And you're

Radio Raheem
And I might come and slap him out of nowhere like…
I'll eat all your milk
And drink all the silk
And I will get you kilt
If you touch my

smoking on a sploof
She hopped up in my ride and asked if she could drive
Then, she turned the radio to Bullet For My Valentine
I was like damn, girl, you

robbing me
Niggas really out here trying me
I promise you, Its god you'll see
I prayed for you before you die by me
Big homie Laughing at my dimes
Looking

next
I was just on the radio lit
Thank God for every moment mama im blessed
Jumping from rookie to vet
Do this cause i love the music but gimme a check

Jay throwing shade cause I've been a renegade
This is real hip hop, pull up like who want what
Sippin my Corona with the blood that you coughed up

stories unfold in its un-sequence
We hold the secrets
Of breaking the chain
Of all the heartache and pain
We can replant family trees
On better terrain
If

have the eagles eye view
Coz I knew
Way before I had an IQ
That success was only meant for a few
So I shall paint my life in accordance to what I drew

as safe as yesterday
Let's hang out by the radio station
And ask around to all the pedestrians
Like we're ringing bells with a bucket of change
Collecting

Wakin' late, yet again, another hour, another minute I don't know what to think of it
Been sleepin' on the wrong side of the bed again
Four am is my

Back again on that road
Driving miles for a hoe
15 Minutes till the show
Uzi on the radio
She ain't calling me her bro
She ain't put me in a zone

Wakin' late, yet again, another hour, another minute
I don't know what to think of it
Been sleepin' on the wrong side of the bed again
4 AM is my

Don't care if it's any indication
Yeah bring me down to the station
All it is a miscommunication 

Get by on a technicality 
He said to me, just watch

buy
I did my chores we couldn't afford much
But we got by
That old yellow house that sits on the corner
Brought me up right
Learned of of the basics

tongue tied
If you come back my arms would fall back open wide
Come back for the shirts you left behind
You put your things by the door and
My heart beated

a bomb could make them fall
And you're drinking, and writing
And living in spite of what you've been told by your head
And nothing feels right
And you're

Goku and you Krillin so homie you couldn't hang 
Won't be hesitant to hit you with spirit bombs to ya brain 
Coming thru like what the fuck these niggas

figure, quick on the trigger
Helter skelter, wig out by the goodfella
Not Lou Pinella cuz I'm black and mo' betta
Bust a phenomenum, we come to get busy

I hear the music that burns my soul
This is Chaos FM riot radio
Just play it loud when you're on your own
This is Chaos FM and you are not alone
You

piercing yo skin
In the shallows reaching for wind Like will he sink will he swim
Tell me is art really art if you don't feel it
Been conjuring up these

Ay it's Blind Drew (Peter Piper two)
It's spring season, McDonalds season
(here we go, here we go)
(If Young Metro don't trust you
I'm gon' shoot

We use our smokescreens
We have our TeamSpeak headset radios on
Nobody's speaking
Just heavy breathing on the mic
It's already been such a weird