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what I thought was right
Having u right by my side
If the opps touch one of our guys
G knows we all gonna slide
Talk on my name for this
Talk on my name

I have no cash
I get yelled at by your moms and dads
It ain't my fault that this shit's misplaced, what the fuck
That ain't the price do you not

on the street
Sizzle points awarded
Corporate dimes we wanna meet
Monday starts it off
Diamond of the week
Calves on the ave, man
Radio Rockettes across

What a miracle you are, you beautiful child
You found your way into this world
You just learned to walk and you stumble and you fall
With an open

And try to make a come up
Cause that means they get to eat too
Meanwhile you're getting hunted
Your own brother wouldn't feed you
Loving what nothing leaves

a shoebox on the Ginza is that it love
Really
Oh right
All right
Girl I'll miss your voice
Maybe I can catch you somewhere on the radio
Great choice there go

nightmare a vision of a fool
But this could be your past if you keep following rules
Smash the radio, your TV and your cell phone
No fear no chains no Gods
I

Feeling
Feeling stressed
Got to get this off my chest
We live in the Matrix
Don't ya'll know by now (yeah)
Can't you see the fakeness?
It's all over

Who the fuck is Santino Noir?
That name ain’t displaying on the radio up in my car
And I can understand all the words that he actually says 
And most

happens
That the world just stops
But where I was standing
It was spinning like a top

If I were a Romeo
I would know what to say
Had to think of something

Every mile on this road
Adds up to you
Broken lines and the signs
Point to truth
Radio plays our song
It cuts so deep
In the rearview mirror
Your

Ha ha ha
Welcome back
To your number one Epahngi hit playa
It's your host Black Cat Bill here on BCB radio
And up next we got another vibratin,

You could run away from everything you've ever known
But can't escape our songs on the radio
Blank space in our bed tonight
You were gonna be my

Blinded by the limelight, it's sad cause can't you see
This coffin nice to rest in, of course cause thats the missing piece

Jordan 11s on my feet
Icy

Its Christmas Eve and your waiting by the tree
I'm driving home with the presents and mistletoe
Every December I count the days
The radio plays

reputation, my levitation
I really got no limitation, no hesitation
I only do this on occasion
I got my songs play'n every single radio station, no registration

Far from home, got me scared and alone I don't know what to do
I'm by myself but I know God has a plan for everything
I'll see you soon, once again

hurricanes annd tornadoes
While darth vaders chill on private yatchs in Barbados
Kids starve they dont
Give a damn about it greed makes them not able
What

I've been a good all year, did all of my chores
I even took swept the whole house and mopped all of the floors
All the stockings is hung by the chimney

grime, tryna take our damn shine
Guerilla miking for the right, of radio time at night
Melodies from dream states, prod by 978
Show face as a no name,

unfit to be walking around in a place like this
Gotta shoot my shot and I can't miss, even if I do it's what it is

You been killin' lately on that TV

What time will you be home
I don't know if truth be told
Lately it feels like I'm driving in circles

It's getting late I've had no rest
Just some

Young man At war with generations 
Lack of understanding Lack of patience
Lackadaisical occupations 
Lack of active radio stations 
Too many mass

bourah but ma song di play for radio
If you wantam then go takeam
It's open but it's locked, a go forceam sutee enter
Make it hot like sun for Qatar
Since