Lyrics:
And the dreams of the young, they ain't never been nothing but the last request of the old
Heaven is the fiddle on the late night radio hit by Redemption
telephones
Crooked teeth chatter shatter
While the sludge pours through their radio
See them watch the television
Pour the poison right into their cups
They
Here here we go from Japan to Romeo
My flow is slow and it's ya know my first time on radio
Now some say I'm foul, some say I'm wild
And that all
If you hear this on the radio
Then we've already said our last goodbye
I won't be there when you get home
By now there's someone else that hears
do dis record play dat way
Prime time merrily in da day
Right now dis radio station is busy, brain knowledgeably wizzy
Honey drippers, you say you
Be Heard,' probably thought he worked my nerves
But really he was stressing me, getting what I deserved
Somebody said my name on the radio
He ain't
dug Soul Train, not American Bandstand
The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right track
As a matter of fact, I'm all that
So, ring around
said my name on the radio
He ain't know I was ready
For the world that minute
So the next time he roll up
And drop grams in it
He probably be out
Let go, let go
Turn on the radio
I know, I know
You won't let me go
Are you coming home?
I'm never coming home
Days go by and I can't believe I tried
I
hear your voice
Or have your touch and kiss your lips
'Cause I don't have a choice
Oh, what I wouldn't give to have you lying by my side
Right here
are available by concessions stands outside
Get your popcorn
Did this kid, just really do that shit
Smoke!
Talk to this motherfucker right here
dancing in the aisle 'cause the radio
Is singing you a song you know
And the kid at the counter is gawking at your grace
I can tell what he's thinking by
at all these stars. And decide which is right
"Love your friends, die laughing," said a band from the days of old
I just hope I'm laughing with you when
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
Follow my band on Insta-Chat
I said, I thought you must be famous when I heard you're on the radio
But you're going to need a real job to read the New
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
Tequila Stat
Words by Richard W Owen
Music by Richard W Owen
The carriage is swaying
The bodies crush 'round me
AI girl reminds me
Please mind
fancy
About this homeboy named Fred
And this girl named Nancy
But, word! When it was over, I said, "Yo, that was def!"
And everything seemed alright
by the fireplace
Stick my dick in your mouth, let you have a taste
Of this skinny motherfucker with a big ol' dick
I'll let you ride it right after
like my outfit.
I tried everything in my closet.
Nothing feels right when I'm not with you.
Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's.
Take 'em off
think of me
When the song we used to call our own comes on the radio
I guess I'm all right, took me a little while
But I got a new job and I finally sold
It's a new day
In the same life
With every chance I get
I still can't get it right
It's another song
On the radio
But the words you said
Are
right,
The pregnancy's fine
And I'll have a child."
My doctor said:
"OK, my friend"
My doctor said: "All right,
The pregnancy's fine
And I'll have
Passin' homies on the block, gettin' major respect,
And by then y'all the hen dog is taken effect,
Never panic hit Atlantic then I banked to right
Pulled
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