Lyrics:
abandonne son béret
Il part sur le bateau tragique
Il est parmi les survivants
Disparaît au premier tournant
L'enquête n'a pas avancé
Tout se trouve dans
we on ma
Eyes fixed on the gold rush
Can't trust when we on ma
Love just came at the wrong time
Can't trust when we on ma
Eyes fixed on the good
babies for the welfare coupons
Dudes on the radio rapping, them cats is lukewarm
I get up on it, spit up on it like a new born
The family structure
I pulled up in that two-tone single cab me and Dad fixed
4x4 with a 4-inch lift
Just high enough that I had to help her in
Maybe it was that
tires and lawnmower parts
Miles of wires and kitchen drawer knobs
Transistor radios, scrap metal
Hand-me-down tools, one of everything
Old keys
to define yourself
I'm a spoken word poet, an author, a writer
A journalism student, a radio and tv host, an advocate, an activist, an award-winning organizer
I know you might a seen on the TV
You hear on the radio and CD(fall back)
But you can be deceived pretty easy
Believe me you might wanna (fall
Keep one eye on the road
The other one fixed on the one you hold
The windshield is bombarded by rain
I can only see black and yellow in my brain
hold on loosely but I won't let go
Not every part is flush but now i fixed the radio
Car's been moving fast, spinning stories, spinning wheels
Maybe pay
Another set of stars
Perfectly aligned
Around the dying sun
Don't trust anybody
Don't read the news
The TV is full of lies
And the radio is fixed
I think
and left, medula jellos in the back, ra-di-o
Why oh why, you running away?
See you always try, not try, and slump and then fade
Once there was a time you'd
a car-part volley
Eyes fixed on a twirling hatchet, all dropping, in sync, in an airborne slalom
Oh god I'm stuck in a stasis, crash course, expressionist
of the men
Seeing over there their outfits matched with their friends
People with big bangles and their earrings bling
Tryna figure out how I could be a part
here
In a radio galaxy, Babe
I wanna know
I wanna know, is this the one?
Is this the one where the hero rides off
Into the Sun, He's got the girl, in
The young couple gathered round the radio
After a hard day's labour, it's time for tea
Their first-born child can't be very long now
Son or daughter
Uh-huh! y'all forgot about this shit right? Haha
Haha, TURN THE RADIO OFF!!
Word! Yeah, whattup Choco? Haha
Yo turn it around for me one time
Keep one eye on the road
The other one fixed on the one you hold
The windshield is bombarded by rain
I can only see black and yellow in my brain
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