Lyrics:
I just wanna see you when I ride with you I got something to help with your attitude
Take you out to the club, bring a friend or two
Under stars late
make you carry on
Repeat like favorite song
I know you like that Mario
But we ain't just friends
You like that 2 Chainz
Me I got ten
Take you where you
shouldn't edit then
Maybe you should reset it if you ever wanna get pet again
Maybe you should cut out all the entenmanns
A daily dose
I ghost
I hit
the radio
I don't need to turn it on
Another friend comes by and tries to say hello
Another weekend's almost gone
It's not the letters that you just don't
the radio
I don’t need to turn it on
Another friend comes by and tries to say hello
Another weekend’s almost gone
It’s not the letters that you just don’t
hang out with Japanese
Maybe order some Chinese (to die)
They edit parts out of my interviews
I said I wanna be good friends with the Jews
They cut that
overcomplicated
(waverly)
friends blow up my line
and my families worried too
its by my own design
cuz i never tell the truth
i can't keep track of dates
my
come marriage
Before shorty come out with the baby carriage
Call me old fashioned
Just clap yo hands just clap yo hands
Radio used to be local
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
together You would still be here and we'd be in better
weather Maybe I was just blind or I wasn't right or
maybe the time was wrong Maybe my plans was off
on my white Ewings
I'm out the door
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Bitch, cause I'm
He made hats for a lot of great men
But none were finer then he made for a friend
He made 'em the old way, steamed, and creased 'em by hand
He'd take
But that shit is real boring
Just need a couple more coins to level up
You just chilling with your phone out
by your lonesome
Where your friends at?
Go
meet
Meat at
This is nonchalant you getting tipped by your bloods like we cripping at your restaurant
Boy this is music the heart of it is pain
So many
Ayo it's me and Mario in the house
Get ready to handle this heat
Alright go off Mario (Let's go)
Starts off in the 2nd grade
And a new friendship has
a place infected by their hatred purely
So I got the maverick virus
Seemed like no one else could cure me
But my best friend is Megaman X & I am Zero
In
meat
I be rushing to that money and if you aren't about it then so be it
Got her friend covered in white I'm not getting married I just got a holy dick
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
sitting by the window here
The morning birds will reappear
And I feel empty
Our songs are on the radio
You call me up but I have to go
And I'm sorry
learned by now
To not take everything so seriously
So tell me why I keep coming back
To the same old songs on the radio
I'm gonna get a heart attack
If I
patiently
No Vacancy
Wonder what drugs you'd take for me
Wonder what you're gonna shake for me
You move that body so gracefully
Your friends just texted your
and glock 19 Stank just spent again nigga
We do edits when we shoot shit
Crop a nigga out the picture
Get to thinking bout my dawgs, I dropped a 8 up ina
swallowed by the undertow
I twist, I turn, but I know there's only one way out of this
So if there's anybody listening
Press your lip to the radio
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