Lyrics:
we stuck
And we got no food, what the RADIO EDIT
Starvin'
Goin' crazy
MC Cribaldo lookin' tasty
And I got a knife...
Uh oh shouldn't mess with me
I'm
Twins Re-Edit)
09 - The Criminal Minds & One Dead Jedi - De-Baptised By Dub (Sidestalker Re-Make feat MC Duke Halo)
10 - Lionrock - Electric Hairdo
11 -
they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, McCarron-Walter
Act and a lot of other ways, is start by saying that they're
protecting the public from
lady love it, we should change the subject (uh-huh)
I swayed the public like I'm rappin' on the radio
Long hair and lookin' like I'm supposed to be
the screams from paradise
They've fallen further than you realize
In El Salvador
Just like Poland is 'protected' by her Russian friends
The junta is
I can't listen to the radio at night
I can't stop analysing lyrics even though I try
And mainstream pop is just so crap
When did the public's music
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
cannot compete with us
I'm weaving in and out of traffic in a Cadillac
And wait is that us on the radio
Wait, is that us on the radio?
It's what I
followers on Twitter
I'd like to live in a world where the quality of one's music isn't predetermined by their number of Spotify streams
The head of A&R
the numbers?
How much did you sell?
What's the radio spins?
How much shampoo can you sell with
Your face on it and shit?"
Remind me again why we in this shit?
My Christmas Girl Radio edit
By Eric MacVicar
I loved and lost at Christmas time.
My friends are great, I'll be just fine.
Verse 1
Happily, happy.
Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
of the month
& wonder they broke in all they accounts
Known to be loud on the screen but in public they ain't make a sound
Pull up, post a pic & bounce
You do
Cosmonaut Rock
Cosmonaut Rock
I'm an alcoholic drug incarnate
Damned by the public, hated, cursed, and wanted
Wheelchair crippled, wishful, sinful,
we come to far
Do I still know you
Remember how we were
Laughing together
Holding each other
Bad when we're private
Funny in public
Bonnie and Clyde
break went
I wrote you a message but never hit send
Radio silence after your last text
Hint get got
You got notified
I read your message
You didn't even
start to become a blur
When we become mature
Obstacles overcame
Pain we both endured
Words we wanna slur or omit like radio edits
Want that same love
of detentional
Gavel man sentence fall
So we all get what we need
On sustenance we all feed
Liquid , pill, powder, plant
Radios edit out that
Due to bunk
clock radio bangers
Down side up in crippled acres and still the fountain that spittle's sliglets quicker than quditch seekers snatch golden snitches
the screams from paradise
They've fallen further than you realize
In El Salvador
Just like Poland is 'protected' by her Russian friends
The junta is
and never saw a tick
None like me, in whatever sport, it is
Tryna sign me, give me effort for a hit
Maverick Seizure doing edits on the pic
Going stupid,
Freaky freak like it's the 80s
Fuckin' explicit, radio prolly say we
Should tone it down with the clean version
Dirty but in public you're like teen
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