Lyrics:
Uh oh
Looks like we got another one of them sad ass love songs again
Alex Asar
This here's for the radio edit
Aye Aye Aye Aye
I Love Ya baby
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
comes around, then it goes around on the axis
A powerful impact make your ??ass back??
After no one will ever want to touch you like a cactus
The law
out that ass you gotta mace me
I make MCs want to tap out, before I blow they back out
Likwit niggas winnin every bout
Rippin MCs like cheap jeans
"Give me $1 million if you
Want the next album"
It's still sprinkling a bit when we dive back
Into the hired Lexus and head across the
East River
didn't plan this shit
I should probably go back and edit this shit, but fuck that shit
I'll just keep on going and tell you what I have to say
Alright, so
pick
It's like choosing which puddle of vomit to lick
And when I want something even more fruity and fake
I look up 'N' for N'Sync or 'T' for
as we're together we'll love
Will you still turn your back to the world
All that we want is to dance in the dark
Shut up and turn up the radio
As long
want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's wine) I want to be
to the slutty boys to
You hear that? Uh, hear the Adapt Kings in the back, young Dallas
Two bitches, two bitches, I feel good right now
I just want to talk to my
back, huh!
Help me un, help me understand
Take me, do you remember the time darlin'
When everything made more sense in the world (yeah)
Oh I remember,
of traffic
You bite my style off the radio
So when you speak it back, i hear the static
You better Chillout like Chuck
I kick like three Norrises
One of my
got near
Posted at you at the bar and whispered in your ear:
Hey, Ms. Lady (Radio edit) Got you from a crush
She said, she ain't a groupie chick
many secrets
And sex is a trap
I just want to be home
My local address
Private protocol
With public internet access
I'm calling you God
Bring me back
I
many secrets
And sex is a trap
I just want to be home
My local address
Private protocol
With public internet access
I'm calling you God
Bring me back
I
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
evening news.
Welcome to the evening news, I thank you all for tuning in,
Yes, I'm your host and your journalist,
here Chamillionaire, so let the news
cup
Hennessy in my cup
Hennessy Hennessy
If I need ya then I go halla
Back it up for me baby you got mo faya
I light it up we get more higher
She wanna
Want it back but they don't wanna do it (don't wanna)
What the fuck nigga, I wrote that music (I)
I did that Bump and Grind, I did that 12 Play, I did
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
would listen to the radio and be able to play the songs by ear. And I remember saying to my dad when I was about six or seven years old, and I think I was
for you
And darling why'd' you hold back
Baby pls dont hold back
I'm on the radio
I'm on the radio now
Will you love me more
Am I special enough now
the snooze button
Got an adrenaline habit you do not want this static no
Pull up pause ain’t no back walk
Stack won’t fold when my bag talk
Who you foolin
Say
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