Lyrics:
calling me selfish
And now I know, I can’t get rid of this habit
Celebratory & Villainous at once
Have you seen anybody like this? I’m on top
Know you don’t
nigga
By the way, did I tell you that my name is Kiss?
And I don't understand how a broke nigga could chill
When a two liter'll dust you so get you
Yeah, clap your hands
We're having a party
Dancing to the music
Played by the DJ
On the radio
Cokes are in the icebox
Popcorn's on the table
Televison big mistake , you have to roll it like everyone.
The Only god i know is by the way.
But you have to recives the playlist that the radio
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play the record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
home, left everyone I know
Opportunity, here I come what you need me to do cuz
Si se puede, work ethic supreme
No hay sleep in el Americano Dream, get
baba ehh
You always come through for me baba
Sometimes I imagine, I imagine truly whether I merit it
Not by my power
Not by my beauty
Not by my
I quit wantin' you to go
I quit wantin' you to stay with me
I quit needin' you to know
I'm gonna run on back to my radio
I quit wantin' you to go
I
beneficial
To the groups that go by three initals
So they try to discredit
They'll dog you with an edit
Print the words the way you never said it
But we gotta
Oh it's real
Surrender for Jehovah is real
How long will you sleep
Troubled by the thoughts that YOU keep
The idols YOU heap
Causing
starting to doubt that you still need me
So please hear me as I shout
I'm screaming out
I'm screaming out
Can you hear my radio waves?
I'm sending them out
scattered, tortured by the sleepless nights
I cannot stop seeing all the beauty that you've showed me, this is why I write
This song's for you, XXXTentacion
blocka
I kno u heard me thru ur
Radio I know yuo heard
Me thru your stereo 100 chains
On wit my fitted low
Bout to kill tha game nigga here we go
And i put
where's the proctor
Turning me to who I'm not
Clear up my skin & then fix my posture
Creak when you creep by the door
Sheet or do feet brush the floor
Maybe
where's the proctor
Turning me to who I'm not
Clear up my skin & then fix my posture
Creak when you creep by the door
Sheet or do feet brush the floor
Maybe
it's
Gonna get me killed I tell you
I'm gonna have to get rid of that radio
Just as soon as we get home
Everybody in the country knows what
We're talkin'
switching sides
I know some boys that'll stand by their side if they called me nigga and they're white
Niggas talked shit about me in the toilet, mother
and all
The paparazzi passin' by
I see you passin' by you look like Cassie
I know you got that nasty side
Let's head to the back
Follow me for that action
lights and all the paparazzi passin' by
I see you passin' by
You look like Cassie, I know you got that nasty side
Let's head to the back, follow me for
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every note, whoa-oh
Make me your radio
Turn me up when you feel low
love with modern moonlight
128 when it's dark outside
I'm in love with Massachusetts
I'm in love with the radio on
It helps me from being alone late
with me in the morning
It is with me late at night
It is always confidential
And it knows I'm always right
I can hide it in believing
What I'm doing is
and I'm slaying
No I don't love that hoe hope you know I'm a player
Baby girl I am broke I can't lend you a favor
Bitch don't ask me for nothing I ain't got
of me, too
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
I've drunk with Willie Harbach (19)
Also Roger Stauback (20)
Wriggled pretty far back
When you start
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