Lyrics:
Does it matter how it ends?
Am I the only one uncomfortable
Whenever songs conclude
Then the silence on my radio
Is interrupted by the news
That's
stupid things that I don’t need
Don’t need no
Money mountain
Or white beach
By the mansion
Cause loves cheap
Or a hunnit thousand of your streams
us
With the right document the fight is still in us
I will never stop, cause whether or not if radio play us
My ability should display a soliloquy
us
With the right document the fight is still in us
I will never stop, cause whether or not if radio play us
My ability should display a soliloquy
To whom it may concern
[Chorus]
Why you ain't call me?
You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded
Why you ain't call me?
I'm
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
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
(I know I'll be okay, I know I'll be okay)
One day I'll get radio play
And you'll be by my side hope you never leave me
I got big dreams big dreams
Big
a champion
They gone test me
I got God though
Okay so let's see
I said my shawty good
So don't you ask me
She a champion
That there got a ring
On the radio
on W K are Funk Radio live
(We'll burn ya)
With TR Love
(And Moe Love on the set)
And we talkin' to y'all from Los Angeles
Live on W K are Funk Radio
as fast as you drive
Sydney sweet Sydney I love your red roofs
And I'm spendin' all my money in your telephone booths
So many people so many types
So
Boy, it's late, walk me home
Put your hand in mine
At the gate, stop and say, "be my valentine"
You are, by far, the brightest star
I've ever seen,
being direct
I'm unimpressed by these bitches that I see in the press
I'm kinda vexed by the trash like I'm cleaning a mess
'Cause they as real when
loved by the ones you love
Ah ah ah oh
You won't take my money
You don't find my jokes that funny do ya
If I took you to the hollywood bowl
Oh no no she
precision, Masochism, Cause I love the pain
I love the game
Regardless of the fairness compare this to the radio shit
On my play me hoe, shit, hatin' though
radio, but you still broke cuz
You be getting jerked by managers and promoters, yuh pussy
I came back for what's mine
The fame, cash, girls
Nothing
the loss under my bargain
I face your love just seems like a bargain, a bargain
But nowadays I don't need to count by the bargain
We force goodbye for later
chase
To find someone to love like you
Feels like its way to late
But I haven’t given up on you
And they’re playing our song on the radio
Maybe passenger
My Chevy pick-up's in the drive way
My Nashville cap's on the stand
I got Dolly on my radio
And my Gibson close at hand
I got a nine to five keepin'
fashioned in the East
Uh huh
Y'all know it started in the Bronx
A worldwide phenomenon got launched
Some radio waves made it up into my room
Right then I knew
muse, found my peace, and I found that this was meant to be
Yeah he's making living life a whole lot funner
And I know this boy will love me, I can see it
Don't even go to a movie show
If you're not by my side,
I stay home by my radio,
But I'm satisfied!
All my flirtin' days are gone,
On the level
Don't even go to a movie show
If you're not by my side,
I stay home by my radio,
But I'm satisfied!
All my flirtin' days are gone,
On the level
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