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[Chorus] I can't seem to get you off my mind Turn on the station, but I'm still facing you and Everbody seem to lost their mind It's hard to handle, so I, change the channel on the Radio, 'cause internet killed the radio star Radio, and YouTube, killed the video star Hit the radio We can make a, make a video Now I'm a star Hit the radio We can make a, make a video Now I'm a star Picture me rollin' Pac, it's funny how time has changed Everybody's a critic now, it's all a debate on the internet wave It used to be you and Biggie, Chili Pepper's "Give It Away" Now we got ten year-olds sitting back in a chair like "those were the days" And though it seems so amazing to me that the labels lost the touch And I'm in the AM, flipping through the A.M. like I lost my crutch, limpin' Cause I can't walk straight if I can't turn it up, sippin' I need some Gin and Juice, Snoop Dogg, I brought my cup What's up, ah ha, okay, shut up Cause I think we had enough of radios and lunch with the love bugs Well let me give you a big hug Bag of mushrooms, here, take some drugs And play some group home or something And shit goodie mobs sould food is bumpin' rewind [Chorus] You'll never hear Black Star cause the program director is mostly deaf And you'll never hear triple six cause we live in the midst of the Bible Belt But that's when the light is filled, so let it shine Let em' rhyme, let em' hustle, let em grind Nothing wrong with the truth sometimes Sometimes, the truth is dark but the darkness sparks the truest art And you didn't even know you a window till a tornado blew it apart If Eric Clapton could sing about cocaine, then there's no harm Then I can write about guns, I can rap about girls I can sing about money and cars Not that my money is large Let's talk about broke is a joke Let's talk about gettin' evicted, everything owned thrown out on the road And maybe that there goes gold Shit maybe it's platinum sold But they don't want to see the green leaves from pirates gold Oh no, hold up rewind [Chorus] Pick up the change, pick up the change Ride in a Chevy cause I'm sick of the Range Catfish Billy come pick up the name Come inside, if your sick of the rain Turn the radio off and don't complain It's all a replay, it's all the same Got one drag, on a runaway train On a one way street better pick your lane Yeah, but you could let me pick your brain And we could be that Rolling Stone Mix 'em up with Janis Joplin Let 'em harmonize like Bone Or we could just leave it alone Let it take on a life of it's own Or we could be that World Class Wreckin' Cru Tell 'em to turn the lights back on C'mon [Chorus]
Written by: ALLCHIN, ASHBY, MCCOOL, MORRIS, PEACH
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