Lyrics:
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it so
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it
I was takin' a trip out to LA
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I
I was takin' a trip out to LA
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I
down
Out to make a noise because it’s National Music Day
Even records in the record-stores start… walking
Even DJs on the the radio stop talking
(no
down
Out to make a noise because it’s National Music Day
Even records in the record-stores start, walking
Even DJs on the the radio stop talking
(no
I was takin' a trip out to LA
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I
contact hot point
National breakout just for you
National breakout just for you
National breakout just for you
On the radio
You could be a star
I was takin' a trip out to LA,
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I
I was takin a trip out to L.A.
Toolin along in my cheverolet
Tokin on a number and diggin on the radio
Just as I crossed the Mississippi line
I
I was takin' a trip out to LA,
Toolin' along in my Chevrolet
Tokin' on a number and diggin' on the radio
Jes' as I cross the Mississippi line
I
radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with
radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with
radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with
radio
Down at Precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with
sensation
In the living spring
The pubs are open now
The clubs and beer-houses
The summer is coming back
I can feel the warming
National emergency is finished
It's Radio Revolution
Portami al di là del mare
Oltre l'orizzonte se ci saranno le nuvole
Le spazzerò via col mio suono
It's Radio Revolution
Quandu
could stop me from being there
Nothing yet everything felt real
No inhibitions, no worries
I found peace
Turn off, turn off your tv
Turn off your radio
older
you know well what i mean
all national bands stink!!
can you notice?
all can you notice?
Can you check the radio now (lotta brainless instead)
of national emergency- caught in a police state controlled by the military- they want are responses to be dilatory- freedom of speech & assembly will be
My voice mash-up the radio
The pon the tv you ah see me yo
In the night me make show
People don't want let me go
Dem want see me all nigth
national auto, elajab the lotto, buy eleven, win the lotto
But we be eleven, elajab become me, guru dey change up
Dru kutu, dru kutu, dru kutu, mama shake
come up with a tune
That'll get you on the radio, radio
If you ever come out, ever come out, ever come out, If you ever come out
Ever come out to play
All I want to do
Is play all night for you
If the system blows the fuse
It ain't gonna make the national news
My old man says where you
Gonna
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