Lyrics:
trimmin's
Can broadcast a bed from Simmon's
Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes
From those little radios.
So Missus R., with all her trimmin's,
Can broadcast a bed from Simmons
'Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes.
trimmin's
Can broadcast a bed from Simmon's
Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes
trimmin's
Can broadcast a bed from Simmon's
Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes
station
Let your feelings broadcast across the nation, hey
Stand up!
Maybe a fool takes a fortune by chance
Maybe the world has lost its romance
But
loving the crew
They loving the crew, whoa
'Cause we blowing like a C4
Got my whole crew blowing like a C4
If you broadcast swag, nigga, we the news in
glitter and broadcast
Just for a little serotonin
Self-sabotage at best, under your spell
But you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you
From those little radios.
So Missus R., with all her trimmin's,
Can broadcast a bed from Simmons
'Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes.
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
A long time ago, our point of view
Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew
And now the world is full of sorrow and pain
And it's time for us to speak up
loving the crew
They loving the crew, whoa
'Cause we blowing like a C4
Got my whole crew blowing like a C4
If you broadcast swag, nigga, we the news in
again and again
The Liberation Forces make movies of their own
Playing their Doors records and pretending to be stoned
Drowning out a broadcast that
They never said their prayers out loud
And while I'm dreaming
There's a passing motor car
That broadcasts a popular song
And a girl appears to be saying
station
Let your feelings broadcast across the nation, hey hands up!
Maybe a fool takes a fortune by chance
Maybe the world has lost its romance
But
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show
the night
(in Sinatra's broadcast of November 5, 1942, the song was interrupted)
trimmin's
Can broadcast a bed from Simmon's
Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes
BEN:
Can I look now? (She nods, smiling nervously) Yes, it's possible
You might be Sally. Did you fall asleep at Toscanini broadcasts?
(She nods.) Did
From those little radios.
So Missus R., with all her trimmin's,
Can broadcast a bed from Simmons
'Cause Franklin knows
Anything goes.
If your bankroll gets thin while some kitty gets fatter
Radio is everything
From the straight to the narrow to the broadcast from within
Radio is
tap dance
Fill her car trunk up with Saks bags
Turn her hand bags into cash bags
She a grown woman, she don't broadcast
That's hashtag, no hashtag
As I raise my head to broadcast my objection
As your latest triumph draws the final straw
Who died and lifted you up to perfection?
And what
internet broadcast.
Our credibility and validity is in - listen, man!
If you ain't fuckin' with us, man, you ain't fuckin' with the industry, man.
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