Lyrics:
feeding birds
BUSTLING city
Bussin on a Bag of Frito lay chips
And when it's time to go then I'm bussin out the whip
I'm in overalls, doing dirty work
Fire
don't feed me lies
I've seen your heart and it wants to try
The fire in me's burning
Work overtime, keep on earning
We alive on the surface
I'm riding
it
Shoeprint in the ass of Satan
Paper cut no laceration
Hard work and that's no vacations
Man my floss COVID contagious
Roll it pass it round rotate
my passion the reason I'm on earth
Is not like I'm getting paid what I'm worth
I rather rap on a beat and beat it til it hurt
Don't get me wrong work
Quinton
You can blame the fast livin' or the whiskey and women
Radio don't need to love me, but they need to respect it
I'm here to pick the pieces up where
nothin' wrong with the radio
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn
nothin' wrong with the radio
She needs a carburetor, a set of plug wires
She's ridin' me around on four bald tires
The wipers don't work and the horn
in it before internet had new acts
Mimicking radio's nemesis made me wack
My innocence limited the experience lacked
Ten of us with no tentative
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
Desert Kites: Something Dark (Radio Edit) Lyrics.
A winters day, far away
In space and time
So long ago, I should let it go
I think about it all
Check the pedigree, no edit necessary
It is because I said it'd be, let me breathe
If it's better, leave as it is
Imagining the chasm slims, our path
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.
I was walking out to head to work
I opened the door; I felt a jerk
Something suddenly pulled on me
I felt a need instantly
To turn the radio on; play
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
danger, a fox who got angered
The bells in my head man, you can’t ever stop them
I’m gon work hard until I get this fucken paper
Damn it!!
Hands up, we
of radio, a goin' boom, boom, boom
A little bit of sugar
A little bit of spice
A little bit of nasty
A little bit of nice
A little bit of how it supposed
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
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
I gotta use the body spray cuz my hobby really loud
I'm down to party so long we stay on the ninth cloud
It's getting hot in here, Nelly. Go
Uh oh
Looks like we got another one of them sad ass love songs again
Alex Asar
This here's for the radio edit
Aye Aye Aye Aye
I Love Ya baby
You
and sheltered
Who will be remembered?
When they fall and they die by submission
We sing the songs
The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers
My hope is gone
It's
want it before
I bet they want it now
Trip to Vegas, bettin' it all
That's a poker town
Beef and Broc, Polo brown
Meet me by the polo grounds
Set up
it's always been by my side
And been addicted ever since I wrote my very first rhymes
Every soul has a gift, always knew mine was this
So I couldn't
And if someone picks up you can talk all the shit you want about me
Just type in your number back and follow it by the pound key
And I'll be sure to get
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