Lyrics:
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
selling hope to me mama
Almighty dolla, yeah, almighty dolla
About my dollas can you blame me
And me and you, just want the same thing
Pick up the phone
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown
tough tough
Ask
My God all ears
Why don't you fear
God almighty
How can you sit there
Say you grind harder
Layed back in your bed
Want your light
The first time
A song
You're like
I need to hear that
Again right now
Like
Jason Derulo's
Want to Want Me
Or
Julia Michaels's
Issues
Or Jack's song
I Want
(Clip of old radio broadcast:
[sung]KHJ Los Angeles!
[spoken] "Portions of today's programming are reproduced by means of electrical
of reason
But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason
So you had better do as you are told
You better listen to the radio
I wanna
listen to the radio
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me
I wanna bite that hand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never seen me
Some
not learn on the radio
Everything gets stupid and I just don't know
where to find my happy I listen to my music on the
AM Radio AM Radio
You can hear
shine down on me
Light up my path
So every step that I take
Is where You want me to go
Don't let me be afraid
Make me bold
So I can take a leap of faith
Everybody wants a best friend
But me, trust is hard to get
With the knocking on the door, and that it ain't for me
Prolly for my roommate, or UberEats
I paid
Fee fi foe fum (radio edit) by: Mr. Sho'Nuff
Fee fi foe fum
Atlanta is the city A U G is where I'm from
Fee fi foe fum
I don't want no problems, but
what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty rotten scoundrel
On the Southside
In
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
[Radio DJ]
Hey DJ (I'm your radio)
It's a brand new day
What you say baby?
You want to get down?
You gotta get up
And I'm your wake-up man
I see you baby
Every single day
Holding on to my best friend
But you don't see me
So I make the same request now
Every single night
Going out
the others
First in last out 1% at a time
Don't practice 'til you get it right
Practice 'til you
CAN'T GET IT WRONG
Number three determination
Something's
to my nigga dre 10 million and counting
Who me
The Nigga that mixed it mastered it edit it wrote it spit it your kids spoke it
M3
Enoughs enough
You
on me, work on me
Whittle down to the radio edit
I'm trying to work on me, work on, work on me
Open my phone and it's easy to see
You don't belong you
bother me man (woo)
They can say what they want on the radio
(yeah)
I bet you nobody don't put they hands on me
No I bet you that a nigga don't put his
explosions, they chopped out the edit
Tell me do you remember, or would you rather forget it
It's the sixth-Earth parellel world Armageddon
Bandz
Ooo you
Me
They want the old Sosa
For what though?
That's a crazy, low-down, dirty cutthroat
I'm smokin' earth, let me show you how my heart go
Got my
witness, I got the knack for lyric fitness
Have you duckin me like I was a Jehova Witness on your front porch
You know the repertoire, kid, you don't want
my head they wanna play play play
Y'all don't want no fucking smoke bitch bang bang bang
I won't let you fucking take me
Nothing's gonna break me
All
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