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on cloud nine
Zevy feelin' fine soft vision interface 
Sip fine wine super villain
Catch a feelin' yeah that's fine
Got just enough time to bust dat
Ass in

I Just Wanted You to Know

Mark Chesnutt

Today's Top 10 Country

1995

I just wanted you to know 
Sometimes driving home at night 
I let your memory take control
And you're sitting by my side
I turn up the radio

I Just Wanted You to Know

Mark Chesnutt

I Just Wanted You to Know

1993

I just wanted you to know 
Sometimes driving home at night 
I let your memory take control
And you're sitting by my side
I turn up the radio

Pick' mir 'nen Beat, Upload in Fruity Loops
Session, wie bei Space Jam, fühl mich wie die Looney Tunes
On Air, wie im Radio, blicke auf mein Display

Interface Corrompida

Intragável como seus odores, inteligente como seus professores
Hábil como saqueadores, imponente como os imperadores
Seus

other and assimilate
Duck a suit, troubleshoot his moody user interface
True and suckerproof, grew to fully disengage
Float his only vanishing point

Il y'a plus de haine sur les réseaux
Que sur les ondes de la radio mille collines
Sais tu ce qu'on fait de tes photos
Une fois que tu les auras mises

Turn up the interface, spin the blades
I'm tryna win the race, warm up from pen to page
Spit some game to screw up the listeners face
Innovate some

2015 the Rose bought a mic
With an interface for his laptop to strike
All the basketball dream killers risking his life
Screaming fuck basketball, it's

just wanted you to know
Sometimes driving home at night
I let your memory take control
And you're sitting by my side
I turn up the radio
And cruise down

Sergeant TimE, E. Xp, simply
Drum, flip, motivate, and write in my notepad
Call me on the Harris radio, I'll call it right back
Drum, flip, motivate,

A businessman
And he's got this
Work ethic that
I always wish I had

And he's
Funny as fuck, too

We had a game
Growing up
When the radio
Was playing

At random

of control flood
Weapons of mass elation blasting from
Every station, radio blaring cook book
Look at me, staring at the wrong crook
In the imagination, ferry,

through the radio
Wave I surf on
Burn in a furnace like napalm
Fall in the wind it's a damn bomb
Everyone they running from a sandstorm
Everybody knew it

corromper sua interface
7 7 veses dando a face, antes minha alma queimasse
Em um intervalo que se intercalasse
Enquanto minha dor, se estimulasse
Quem dera