Lyrics:
city
Most my homies dead or in jail
Every night I toss and I turn
Feelin' like the Devil all on my back
Still I'm praying times get better
Had a few
city
Most my homies dead or in jail
Every night I toss and I turn
Feelin' like the Devil all on my back
Still I'm praying times get better
Had a few
So for at least eight hours a day you'll have this record on
In the morning and at night in your room
And it's all through the afternoon you will be
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
the rest is history
You're all alone in the freezing cold
By the underground
Your hands are numb and you're feeling dumb
Cos you been let down
You thought
to that
The bed by the studio sleep while I rap
I'll stop for a nap
Just stay for the night we can fuck in the studio
I got all night
I ain't been taking
and I lied
Forty five right by my side
On Heartbreak Blvd
Listen to sad songs as I cry
Said I'm fine but I lied
Haven't been right since that night
Im
I'm sure all you want to know
Is that our song's playing on the radio at quarter past three
Seems like a good idea to me
And you call, so I answer
control, you are the power
Our lives are programmed by the hour
Globalshow
(Globalshow)
All we hear is radio ga ga
Video goo goo
Internet ka ka
All we hear
control, you are the power
Our lives are programmed by the hour
Globalshow
(Globalshow)
All we hear is radio ga ga
Video goo goo
Internet ka ka
All we hear
to antoin my private chef
First we'll eat crab legs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for the rest of the night
And if the time is right, I'll ask you
watching drive-bys
Listening to the sad songs on the radio
It's a long way home
I feel like a reject from a freakshow
I'm kicking up the white trash from
Take me to your house and let me spend the night
Come on baby can I scoop for you
Oh mama I'll scoop for you
Dirty mama I wanna scoop for you
Tell me
Yeah, Bass baby, yuh
Ay, make a right by the chicken spot
Wait, look
Them niggas was clowns right
Told em to bow down twice
They don't like how that
vision fly by helicopters in the night
Attempt triangulation of our station in the fight
Straight from the bass the deep down low precision
High crime
can dry her clothes out by the fire
And I swear I won't peek
I'll be wishin' the night would last forever
As I'm lookin' into her doe eyes
Ride back
blinded by the eclipse
Of me above all those that said I couldn't do it
How's this for proof? Don't misconstrue it
I been through the ringer, shout out
Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul
If he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole
While listening at night to an old radio
Where they
By My Side
It's all right I'm not lost,
I've got a reading on the Southern Cross,
And I've been listening to the radio,
For signs of new life,
the way it's gone be
[Nelly]
Now they play Nelly like I was, nobody
Now she all on my team 'cause she heard I rock parties
Smoke more Ladi than Dadi
Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee
Permanent ink blots undrunk from velly poo scotts
All you faggots try to judge my shit like Ed Koch
Nigga seventeen his own fucking magazine
And of course his Hunger Force is Aqua Teen by all means
Fuck a deal, signature is legible
I'm the reason why
WAYLON:
It seems like yesterday, but it was a long time ago
She was lovely, she was the queen of my nights
There in the darkness with the radio
Singing “Mary don’t you weep now, Mary don’t you weep don’t you mourn”
The night is gone, Lady Day is on
And she’s right outside your door
Turn your radio
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