Lyrics:
your girl's best friend
Emcees are born losers, alcoholic abusers
I'll go on the radio and start a gay rumor
And then I'll talk about how the crowd
don't give no fucks
I get my paper, and everything ad up
Fuck about no hater, my rooms come with a view
Girls come by the two
She stalk my IG, I told
a word man
That's the loudest silence I've ever heard
A lot of times guys test him by trying to bug
He just leaves ring imprints all over their mug
He's
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
I can hold my liquor
But this man can’t handle his weed
Dark and lonely now
On Chicago, south of town i'm on to Indiana
I heard it in the radio now
I've been thinkin' bout my ole Kayla girl
Miss my bitch so much, I've been fuckin
Around with brazy girls
Told Kayla to come home, ain't fuckin'
bitches is fake, man shit is just fake
I just stay to myself, I don't get in the way
Got bread to get, got head to get, rap etiquette, don't edit this
feet small
Romanticizing years ago
It's a bittersweet feeling hearing
"No Such Thing" on the radio
PRE-CHORUS
And these days,
I wish I was six again
Wanted to be an artist i
Was of course inspired
By Debbie Harry and Chrissie
Hynde and Aretha Franklin
But my real muse was David
Bowie he embodied male
are victims
With values for the girls and boys
He's not making headlines, he's writing them
America, stand back and stand by
Red flags were flying
But
Oodles and oodles of O's, you know
You get 'em from my sister
You get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I
first hit off
("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
Can't Live Without My Radio
[Kool Keith]
I got skill you're on my tip now back off
Slack off let me do this and y'all turn the wack off
The radio stereo here we go
Oodles and oodles of O's, you know
You get 'em from my sister
You get 'em from my bro
All I is is man, and once an embryo
Am I solid gold? I
No man, like I was saying
Like I think it's ridiculous
I mean she could've figured out what she
Wanted to eat by herself
And it's kind of i mean
flower girls play lover
grave games in the courtyard
I heard her screaming like a radio
flower girls play lover
grave games in the courtyard
I heard
No cap, no ice caps and forests like matches
A sick man with a girl he made his whore on his mattress
The contrast of life's highs and lows are so
seein' all these girls in their thong
It's the reason that the radio's on
It's the reason that you believe if you
Gotta work from sun-up 'til dawn
It's
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
don't really see you people
What the fuck I look like
Making you niggas my equal
Two Glocks on me like Resident Evil
Im a badmon looking like Beenie Segel
make room, MAKE ROOM, make room)
You can't stop the shining
Yo, don't slip Mike
You don't want to go there is all, trust me
I know your girl wit you,
on the dash
Catch me riding down 405
In a foreign car with a foreign girl by my side
Used to rock the open mic but now we on the radio
I been tried to tell
on as the only light
Like a jack white stripe just right
On the radio, you're a movie or a video
On the radio, in the videos
Tryna play me on the low, you think I
a jerk
I thought man all of this cause I was trying to get to work
I could've got away I almost had 'em shook
til this girl walked by something said not
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