Lyrics:
half past six
with the radio blasting our latest hit
It's me, Jeff, Freddy, Rock, Amare, J. L.
Charlie Mack is up front as we depart the hotel
First we
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
the pen
And wrote my first rhyme and got that feelin'
And now I'm here in the flesh still dope still death
Tryin' to get my song (rockin' on the radio
there with 'em
Johnny and June Willie and Trigger
Side by side with my heroes
Comin' out of your speakers
This ain’t a rodeo I ain’t pullin’ for first
Unh, yeah breax, Crae
We haven't made it cause
We're on your radio started at the bottom
See how far we're gonna go
But we haven't arrived yet, yeah
a sound
Ain’t my first rodeo
I’m used to girls wearing frowns
She played me like a radio
And ditched me like the side of road
I’m crossed by the telephone
before, when I first pursued (uh huh)
I want a interlude (uh), in the nude
You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my Tequila
Works from the dealers,
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
And I'm speaking on the truth
Not getting caboose although I want some
I spit this from my heart and not my Johnson
Earthquakes happen when I'm A Town
a ranger
You can’t touch the boy
You can’t fuck with us
Bridge:
Lost deep I the awe
Birds singing along
Drained by every key
Yeah my wings be out
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
throw the grands up, and what?
I gotta prosecute to get what's mine in the nine lime
It's my time motherfucker try to stop it gon' see nine lives
sucked out my soul
Turn it off,
Turn it off,
Turn the radio off
Try thinking for yourself for once in your life
I hate the music business,
It's
So from CD to TV to movies back to rhymin'
My lifestats makes Jordan's six rings look common
Ya'll hate, I retaliate, just by being great
Big Will
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way, nigga
Some real shit right here, nigga
This will be the realest shit you
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
Then I give you a second to make sense of it first
It’ll all make sense by the end of the 2nd verse
Some of ya’ll get it the 1st time you heard it
Some
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed
In my bag lunch and all through Junior High
We was just gettin' by
than radio metal
And she's so good
But, she's no good for me
Oh, Miss Delaney
What's the matter?
You waited by the window
(You waited by
up, away we go
It's time to save the day
Took my only clean pink pillow case
Jumped out the window on my face
So what if I live on the first story
Got
here I was in this moment and it's
5: 00 am i gotta go to the radio, you know
I mean, i got to my hotel after driving
Taxi and then paying for it
Dude,
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