Lyrics:
the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it up and keep it spinning
I was raised in a canyon
By the country music station
In a richland deserrt dust bowl
And the radio towers would scrape the low clouds
And sway when
in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't
You don't know me
But I see you every day by the train
You stand in line
While everyone gets in your way
cll the time
c Smile or wink that'd make
Burn train buffers
My fancy
Up jumps the boogie delivering eye jammies
Walk through the muck with a clutch on a trident
Never give a fuck how far
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are (radio edit)
I'm
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
stopped by a train
And put this jam on replay
I can be your kind of song
I can be your favorite playlist
On your radio station
And be your number one pick
I
stopped by a train
And put this jam on replay
I can be your kind of song
I can be your favorite playlist
On your radio station
And be your number one pick
I
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
they the Forces that determine the final say
No shade grey, Black and unapologetic, Progressive Underground wit no radio edit so forget it if
you think
to the radio edit
I'm trying to work on me, work on, work on me
Sweep the floors and other chores
And calls ignored, I'm never bored
Made a list, what was it
think I'm ready to be a gamer (let's go)
Keep fight
No matter what situation
Got me headache but I got water on my side (by my side)
No matter what game
on the bible
P won't be standing in the final
What'd you think
I would just hand him the title?
They don't know about Ghetto, but I do
I'll kill myself if I
Yeah, shambles as a rule
Tangled like chasing a train
But still look cool
Somehow still limp along
So fly that it feels like a strut
Like
At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking how could I never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights just thinking
Midnight train, roll on
Midnight train, roll on
Clear them tracks and keep that whistle blowin'
Take this stranger on to Santa Fe
It seems like
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party,
dancing to the music
played by the D.J.
on the radio
Cokes are in the icebox,
popcorn's on the table
Me
is the radio edit of this song
If you were listening to the extended edit
Starting soon there'd be a lot more music but instead
You get this
Now
Oh
In the land of the Ponderosa pine there runs a giant 8-wheeler
Known as the Big River Train
Just before she disappears into the forset she passes by
filling up my head by being quiet
And I, can't keep denying
That all I get from you is
Radio silence
Radio silence
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dying
But
on the line girl)
Hey DJ (On the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called
yourself buried
Wow, you’re not ready, you Bangladeshian
You’re not steady
You Ethiopian excuse of an emcee
You better keep bullshit in your belly
Yeah, it’s
American
Accents by accident b
Batter babbling battlers with a
Bag of batteries
Ban these bias blaggers because
They're badly backwards b
Batty bible bashers
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