Lyrics:
"Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain"
How's it goin'? Yeah
"It ain't goin' good
My girl ain't doin' the things she used to do at all"
I got just what
concrete dreams.
The teachers shun the chosen word,
And educate the losers with the absurd,
The system does not know the truth,
Radio edit hides the proof.
concrete dreams
The teachers shun the chosen word
And educate the losers with the absurd
The system does not know the truth
Radio edit hides the proof
They're gone with the push of a button on the board
Done by Eric Sarafin, the (?) board overlord
Slap them headphones on, raise mic levels and I'm gone
Lonely
Can't nobody own me
Gave up on myself so now I'm focused on the only
Thing that I could use as a distraction, yeah, the shows
And the ho's, G,
believe in a high!
Being logical gave me a reason to doubt
Scheme for things I was dreaming
In a magazine article reading about
Face card, I ain't got
It's where I learned to splash and crash and bash and bang
People make noise yeah
It's just a BrookTown thing
It's just a BrookTown thing
It's just
the line if you tryna get some things poppin'
Of course by things I mean cherries
Gimme a ring, not to marry
I'll make you scream, like it's scary
You
edit
There's no competition I deaded it already
Steady, dropping heavy rhymes into my belly
I'll eat your shit now tell me do ya hear me
See my type
to the bass, c'mon
Turn up the radio
They claim that I'm a criminal
By now I wonder how
Some people never know
The enemy could be their friend, guardian
the brimstones, sinners
All you motherfuckers act like Hitler
Confused by the motherfucking things he did to ya
Now we're heading to the seventh-inning stretcher
which is backed by rationality
'Cause then it makes a cavity in the concept of contrast
Where you need two things to say to one that you want that
So in
beat is gonna do on the radio
Damn, I thought you knew me, by way you're talking to me
You get any closer to me, then I might just have to let it go
beat is gonna do on the radio
Damn, I thought you knew me, by way you're talking to me
You get any closer to me, then I might just have to let it go
of clowns I'm surrounded by who don't even know how to try to make real raps
I'll put my hook in now
You're overlookin' now
What it takes to even make it
Oh my love (radio edit)
I thought I knew you
But I guess I was wrong
You only see the things you've convinced yourself you saw
But like you
differently
I define deliberately diligent delivery
E
Coz everything is everything it's evidence
My essence is every element
Effortlessly edit your enterprise
how you figure
I just get the cat by the litter
I just get the females by the flock
Then I count my money by the block
(By the brick)
Bag on me boolin
could tell by da car
Champagne cavior
I say i love you
And i laugh
[Chorus:]
[Nate Dogg]
Ridin' in my car
And im listening to the radio
Im listening
with some new flavors, yeah
Yeah
Don't ever say it to my face but I'm the nigga that they hate, yeah
(Looking clearer than a radio edit in this
mainstream radio
Yeah I'm your main thing
Up on the mainstream
Come on everybody sing
Stuck in your head
It's mainstream radi' uh-oh
Yeah I'm your main thing
Yea
It's Truth
It's Truth Boy
Mhhmm
Look
Talk to Em
Rap rap rap
Rap is my job
A lot of things that I do to pay a bill but rap is my
My job
And I say
Strikin' the belly of the seed to make it vomit
Things of beings is unseen by men
in shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
The word of God, always
Body (Radio Edit) - 3:22
Rock Da Beat - 3:53
Welcome To The Party (Kuya Ngoma Remix) - 4:08
Boom! - 4:33
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