Lyrics:
fuckin’ Tropp is not safe for the radio,
Even if I was I know you wouldn’t play me though,
All you stupid fucks keep fuckin’ hatin’ ho,
Cuz Katie fuckin’
'm hooked up to my radio station
I'm in tune with the music possee
I'm locked on to my radio station
In love with the one who does it for me
I wake up get
and the, the new radio
Watching people die all night long on the radio
Makes me feel like I am living for free
While I'm watching
The new radio
The new
took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh, a, oh
I met your
dance the last dance for love
Yes, it's my last chance for romance tonight
Wo-o
I need you by me beside me to guide me
To hold me to scold me
Cause when
overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant.
Oh, I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered too
If by change you heard it for
you
like T-bone steak
Youre still uncommon
but they didnt know
You'll bleed by a knife they hold
But there's one thing
you need to know
warning to loss
the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine and new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh-a oh-a
I met your children
Oh-a
(The Circle) huh?
(Zai, can you turn that up a little bit?)
Turn me up, G huh
Naw, for real huh?
I went from bein' overlooked
To bein'
the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the supernova scene
oh a oh
I met your children
oh-a-oh
Slime!
Lique Nigga
This the calling by the wicked wizard
Slimiest one at all times
I got some dollars but my bitch a dime
Check her she get out
the radio he looks 15 years
Old, like he's in here for
Stealing gum there's Lawson
Who gave me the magazines and
Taught me how to
Use the phone twenty-one
You gon’ hear my voice in the radio,
Call me on my phone when i'm millio,
I won’t care for you when you’re feeling low,
If i’m the blue, you gon’
One-double-oh-seven (100.7)
This is for you fellas
Ha ha ha
Something I cooked up the Dope House
In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah
Roll Cadillacs
One-double-oh-seven (100.7)
This is for you fellas
Ha ha ha
Something I cooked up the Dope House
In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah
Roll Cadillacs
Produced by Double-A
My man made a whole tape for Yankee fans and it's fire
Real ones only though no fair weather fans allowed
Bronx bombers baby let's go
chance for romance tonight
Wo-o
I need you by me
Beside me to guide me
To hold me
To scold me
But when I'm bad I'm so, so bad
So let's dance
is real bad
His face is bad then Chafsu Mcfly
James Porn, Kung-Fu
Oh, what you got, oh mine
But I got news for him
They don't call me the Texas
'em
Recording and rewarding so we won't be missin' 'em
Keep on playin' song, LP playin' long
Jay, D, and Joe, keep the radio stayin' on
I always say
through
Oh, a, oh
They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machine on new technology
And now I understand the problems you can see
Oh, a,
So don't believe them, how they need it for the allure
A lot of bullets are prodigal to the gullible
I turn down the radio just to turn the TV on (on,
by you
The thing I like about you
You always just
Just Dey like to tell me
the truth iyoo
I no go fit leave you
Even if I want to
Go mama put
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
I've been waiting by the radio for someone like you
But the people that are calling in today are few and far between
You were listening
Their
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