Lyrics:
front seat
For the taste of something sweet
Well, just remember what the drowning man said
A little drunk is better than dead
Before you put
You're itching from the fever Forever gonna be there, you get from your receiver on your radio hoping for always tuning in the news Write a letter
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
I'm on my way through the dark and the fallin' snow
Driving home for Christmas while it plays on the radio (mm)
But something doesn't feel like
the immigrants
We don't get no love
Even with a black president
Who the fuck shot 2pac?
Who the fuck shot 2pac?
Something everybody wants to know
with lethal
Take the city while sleeper, Damn you don't wanna meet the reaper
Damned by the heat of my people, My own kind quick to spit up on ya dreams
stressed, unwind
Feeling blessed, feeling fine, she gets dressed, she's a dime
Something changed, not the same, not prepared, here comes the pain
Can't
tryna fly flags
Gonna take over and warm up now
Warm on radio, warm on shows
Warm in the airways, warm on roads
Man better know that it's warm out
pull a damn anorexic bitch in a tug o' war
But then I made enough money for me to fund a tour
Now the ladies show me the goodies under their Wonderbra
I got no time for games, I'm trying to get to stage
And radio play in this business
But I'm having all these shit for brains, falling off in my way
to see your arms movin' side to side
you want to win, be on my side
I cannot make a mistake by being my fuckin' self
and if you ain't lookin' for me,
tone, I would find home
And I'm someone everyone got they eyes on
See I was taught up in this trade you gotta learn the tricks
Not to go by the book but
the lyrics
That I've written are so deep
Composed in such a sick flow that I'll bury
Any MC on a radio or stage show
I'm from Dagenham
Shitty old streets full
bring it back again
The Incredible True Story on the shelf
Come on do something for yourself
Go buy yourself a copy, never Carbon
This is how we do it
Golden soundwaves in my head
From the clock radio by my bed
And the Dansette on the floor
Nat King Cole and soul and roll out the door
Geno
around feeling down down
I'm on a highway sleeping by day
Please for Christ sake
Someone save, save me
Save, save me
Someone save, save me
Someone save me
around
Feeling down down
I’m on a highway
Sleeping by day
Please, for Christ sake
Someone save, save me
Save, save me
Someone save, save me
Someone save
to live
We've been waiting around for so long
Just to hear some decent songs
Well this is all such an urgency
We remember those nights in radio five
something
That she likes on the radio
When duty calls
Miss Niagara falls
But when they ask me
I'll just say that I didn't know
When will you call?
We came down by the factory
industrial yards where my father did work
When I was a boy, I went too far
I lost the thread in the darkest of space
with the auto radio puttin some knock in the trunk
Yo momma, wanted spinners for christmas and'll she will probly get em
Yo daddy, also thinks that
Of something she never was
She sings a song
That her father whistled while he worked
It helps her relax
A mild depressant keeps her down
And she weeps smiling
the depth of the swamp I'm the lochness
Chop this one up on the board for the young lord
Beats and lyrics matchhouse matches your spirit
And rips your heart
besides Spose had a flow so pure
Before the Red Sox reversed
That curse in '04, baby
Fuck it if you're with me or you just
Got meds for your STDs say fuck
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