Lyrics:
the radio
Put your pretty pink toes on the dash
Lean your seat back
Man I swear there ain't nothing looks better than that
Sweet tan, little thing with
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
i was in my station dock-working when there came a day/
i received a signal sent from a thousand million miles away/
reaching for my radio
It's always hard just to let things go
I'm fully charged 'bout to lose control
I think I need just a little more time
I think I need just a little
'll only be this version once
The need for change is urgent but
I'm still weary of what's to come
Carry on the journey's long
Teetering back from weak
like a long time to come
How could I be so blind, baby
Not to see you were the one
I let ya slip on from me baby
I let ya walk on by,
Shoulda
fake love
I struggle in pain and I still got the gain
I nurtured myself to be best version of me
Tell them nor be by force
Tell them say na by grace
get old
The radio's on and it's playing our song
I shift it into 5th and then baby we're gone
Elvis on the radio
Your mama can't get hurt by what she
the thought of a tall blue hill
With my bluetooth radio,I play hits
Went down once,went down the blood stream
Only thing I want,what was,what's still
One
Serotonin
So grab your things and let's go
We can drive all night no one will know
Turn up the radio
And watch the world pass by through your window
you by
Just let it
Let it
Let it
Let it pass you by
Just let it
Let it
Let it
Let it pass you by
Pass you by
Let it pass you by
I don't believe in
At the station
You won't come back
I already knew
But, I can't help but wait here for you
And, I don't think there another thing I can do
After all, I done did it
something
Like the lines of:
When I get signed, homie, I'mma act a fool
Hit the dance floor
Strobe lights in the room
Snatch your little secretary thing
For
I don't know why when where or How
But one day I stopped caring about
All the things that made me who I Was
I took the time to stop and rewind
version never surface
Seem like the lack of love I get
In the industry be on purpose
I brush my shoulders off and keep
It unique whenever I speak
Somebody
Mary's land
Gonna sleep with the stars
And a slice of the moon
Hanging right above my bed
Gonna dream not of things
That I've left behind
But those
'm about the playing thing, but I ain't saying 'thing (Things)
Made it go like wow you good
Boy you ain't really good, yeah, I know you should (Nah)
I am
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar,
the day I have a baby by free
Not to say that anything is wrong with free
Just to say that ain't nothing wrong with me
If my hands in the cookie jar,
I got too many things in my mind going on
Gotta proof all my life my time is long gone
Don't wanna do it wrong wanna do it by my own
Now I cant
believe that, I'm a firm believer in that."
"Alright."
"1, 2, 3 ... uh, four ... yessir. 1, 2 ... yessir. Yessir."
"Mm hm."
(....Radio Moscow, 215 2101)
Should be confused by now but that's just how things naturally are
A smarter version of me'd see that it is acting bizarre
How i try to give the most but
Thinkin' back to yesterday and the way things used to be
"Sweet Home" on the radio, why do things have to change
Oh Lord, what I would not give to feel
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