Lyrics:
Yo, yeah, bitch
Ayo, motherfucker
Ayo, swallow it
Ayo, we gassed off this bloody version of "Glaciers"
Slang shot threw a gem in his mouth,
never get caught 'cause I
Never came to your state
Radio cranked, turn it up
Willie in my paper and it's burnin' up
Got my foot on the gas, yeah I drive
patios
Hear me on the radio
I am a star
Got a lot on the line
And a lot on my mind
bigFRET, yeah
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the... [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]
[Somebody's calling my name....]
[Brother J]
Ah, yeah
Cave men! [You better hush!] Cave women! [Hush!] And the... [Hush!]
Troglodytes! [Gun shot.]
[Somebody's calling my name....]
[Brother J]
Ah, yeah
doin damage on a 24 track
With confusion to finish my conclusion
Arhytomatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't take what I got coz I'll be takin it right
Yeah, it's time to wake up
Wake up and cake up
It's 187.4 FM on your dial
The number 1 station via satellite, CD, radio and your stereo
Yeah you believe you're the king of the jungle
You got the t-shirt, do you know how the song goes
You're looking good but the fact is you're lazy
But
This is a public service announcement
Brought to you by the good people over at Dreamville Records
"And so my fellow Americans
Ask not what your
life the good life
Hell yeah
I'm walking down the street and all I see is bust art
Chinchilla Zaira and Karma 83
Whichever way the wind blows it stinks
Nobody buy my joint, it's cool 'cause I got one (hell yeah)
All the others cut 4 radio and cheat the fan
Good time - take us 2 the stage and watch us move
be playin my songs on the radio
Everybody gotta understand
Happiness is not by chance
But by choice
I'd rather get chased
By the cops than the devil
get on the whiskey
I'll drive me home cousin
And forty eight hours is a long time to kill
In a room full of drunks, surrounded by steel
Hell's all
It's a party, yeah
Baby buy some bottles swipe my card again, my card again
Fresh as hell don't ask me where the party been, the party here
I do not
It's a party, yeah
Baby buy some bottles swipe my card again, my card again
Fresh as hell don't ask me where the party been, the party here
I do not
ran like hell!
Yeah, I ran like hell!
Yeah, I remember well!
To your father's dispatch window
"Hey, let me in, yo!
They're coming to get me!"
spot out there I'd like to show ya
By the light of the radio I'd like to get to get to know ya
Off the beaten path
One foot on the dash and one
at your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not
at your family's old hotel
Sometimes perfection can be
It can be perfect hell, perfect
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes
That I am not
Yeah you believe you're the king of the jungle
You got the t-shirt, do you know how the song goes
You're looking good but the fact is you're lazy
wheels turn. Go flashin' by
Oh yeah, home, oh yeah, home, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product
their radios on
Yeah, uh
Apocalypse 2000
After-hours, treeful lane, little red silk dress
Almost teared me a heartbeat, 'til my balloons popped by the hanging lollipop off your
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